Blinded By The Light Weeknd Novels & Stories

“You’re playing with fire, baby. Keep stroking me like that and I’m gonna bend you over right here.” The blackout hit then. The music cut out mid-beat, lights flickered once, twice, and then everything went black. Total darkness swallowed the rooftop. Screams and drunk laughter exploded around us, bodies bumping harder, people stumbling into each other, phones lighting up like fireflies. The sudden dark made every sound louder, every brush of skin against skin more electric. His grip on me tightened, one arm locking around my waist, keeping me pinned to his chest like he didn’t want anyone else getting near.

"Our temporary Luna!" My eyes widened. "M-me?" The crowd erupted in cheers and teasing whistles. "Come on, Luna!" someone called. "Let's see if you have what it takes!" I stood still, shaking my head, though my blood was already rushing with adrenaline. The moment the blindfold was secured over my eyes, the world shifted into darkness, leaving me only with my heightened senses. The energy in the room changed—soft footsteps, whispered voices, the slight shift of the air.

Maeve We have spent one week in the hybrid village. I haven't recovered entirely yet, and I'm not sure if I ever will. We are giving the magical healing thing one more day before giving up and accepting that I'm blind. The world is scary when everything is dark, but things still feel light even if my vision is gone. Like my feet when I'm around Wyatt. We have talked things out and decided to become a couple. Even though I'm blind, he is still the sexiest man on earth.

She could hear the whispers, the lustful comments, the hungry gazes she couldn't see but felt burning into her skin. "Take off her blindfold!" a voice shouted from the small audience. It was a command, not a request, and the room fell silent for a moment. She felt the rough hands of the men as they fumbled with the cloth, and then, abruptly, the world exploded into blinding light. She blinked rapidly, her vision slowly adjusting to the harshness. Shapes became faces, and faces became monsters.

Inside, it’s everything I need it to be. Dark and loud and blindingly alive. Colored lights flash over the crowd, blue, red, violet, casting strangers in shifting shadows. The beat shakes the floor, climbs into my bones, and starts to burn away everything I’m tired of carrying. The judgment. The silence. The weight of being someone I never asked to be.

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

shouted the man who raised his voice. Noah listening to the man's words made him laugh out loud, “Pfft … you seem to be underestimating her. Although, she is a girl. However, she is the vice-leader of the Blue Starlight team.” When he heard the dark red-haired man's words, the man was immediately shocked and his eyes widened. It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight”.

I'm sorry Walter, I'm so sorry. It felt like hours until I could manage to open my eyes, only to find that I couldn't see anything. The air was cold, it felt like I was seated on a sofa, my eyes were blindfolded my lips were taped, as I couldn't open my mouth when I tried to scream for help. My wrists were bound to my back, I whimpered as I feel the pain each time I tried to free myself from the knot. Then I heard someone entered the room. He was behind me, as he pulled my hair to the back making me let out a muffled screaming sound.

STORM I still remember how nervous I was when I attended my first house party. The guys I was going to see in there are the ones by my side right now as we get in without even getting stopped. I can't help but smile as we get to walk in like we own the place.. the crowd parts way for us and I can swear they hush. Like a moth to a Flame by the Weeknd is blasting through the speakers. I love that song. “you came!”

Sitting in the dark all night fighting shadows And the urge to call you up, hits me like an arrow It ain’t the whisky talking Or the loneliness I’m feeling It’s the memories of the little things That keep me from healing I stopped strumming and singing as soon as my eyes were flashed by a light. “Oh we’re sorry.” I covered my eyes with the back of my hand until I felt the light off of my face which allowed me to lock my eyes on three ladies standing right before me. The one with a shoulder length hair quickly adds, “We didn’t mean to flash our light at your face like that.”