Blindfold Anime Novels & Stories

My quota of ten deaths per city was almost full. Being blind was hard - no one wished that for themselves, but I found it easier since I was an Alpha. My senses were ten times better than humans and so, I was a perfect blind man who could do almost everything. But I needed my eyes for one thing… "Hey, handsome." A lady snapped me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my favorite spot in the club where I could feel the movement of the crowd better and the scent of different perfumes mingling with the smoke from the dancefloor.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

Even though he was blind his other senses were ten times stronger. He also hadn’t been born blind he had lost his sight when he had turned twelve. The process wasn't painful but he remembered training with his father and the world around him had started to turn blurry and then just blackness. Vincent had struggled with depression but his father wouldn't allow him to disappear. His father had just pushed him harder to train and become a good Alpha and he was ruthless in battle and never allowed this obstacle of sight to make him weak. He protected his pack and would make sure he protected his mate as well. Vincent wondered if she would reject him because he would never be able to fully claim

His smile freezes for the tiniest moment before he says, “Sit. Trust me.” Two words I categorically refuse to engage with, but I sit anyway. Because the story needs it. Because I’m a professional. Definitely not because I thought about his voice last night when I was masturbating. He hands me the silk blindfold. “You’ll wear this for the first part.” I stare at the blindfold. “I’m not really all that into BDSM.” “You’ll be tasting, smelling, and touching. No talking. No seeing.” “Oh, so we’re skipping foreplay and going straight to the romance-novel montage.”

Date = 25 July The days pass slowly, but uneventfully - no more messages or choices. Place = San Francisco (Inferno) POV - Aria WARNING – Sex scene!!! I am blindfolded. Not in the kinky way, though I won’t have objected. No, this is Enrique’s theatrical kind of blindfold — the silk is so soft it probably has a fancier passport than I do. The elevator beneath my feet hums quietly, rising higher and higher until the quiet ping marks our arrival. I feel his hand tighten around mine.

She turns and casually tosses it toward me. "For our last game. I want you to wear that." "A blindfold?" I ask incredulously. "Yes. Wear it." “Are you serious?” “Yes! Go on. I’m waiting.” This is ridiculous. Oh fuck it. With a sigh, I wrap the blindfold over my eyes and tighten the knot. "Good," Lena says. "Now listen carefully." "Yeah, I'm listening." "From this moment forward, you're going to prove that you're a good puppy."

I smirk, fully intending to walk away the moment they do, to find my own satisfaction without their teasing games. Blake’s laughter is a low, mocking sound. “Oh no, little birdie. That chance is long gone. Now, the only thing you’re begging for is the orgasm,” he taunts, his voice dripping with challenge. I shake my head fiercely—I refuse to beg for something they’re trying to withhold. The blindfold slips back over my eyes, and the earbud follows, trapping me in an isolating silence.

The hut felt hot and stuffy. Even though the windows were old and open and the door had been kicked open. Keira and Annie sat together, tied against the rotted wooden pillar in the middle of the room. Their blindfolds were still wet, and their breaths were shaking. Keira’s blonde hair looked scattered, and her blue dress looked torn, with blood spoiling the silk. She could feel her badge, Moonclaw’s crescent moon, still pinned to her chest, but it was hidden just under another layer of cloth.

Mini nodded her head. "I believe you." She said, clearing her throat to probably get rid of the lip forming within, and nodded to the stairs. "We should go." She said. "They're probably waiting for us." Mini and I walked the rest of the way in silence. She led me to the gym she mentioned earlier, where Ollen and Sam were sparing. I stood by the door and watched the two me. Despite being blind, Ollen was not at a disadvantage, as one might think. He moves swiftly, blocks attacks from his beta, and throws his own punches. He barely missed the other man, hitting at every chance he got.

His piercing gaze bore into mine, as if he could see right through me. In that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder—was Ethan truly blind? Everyone said he was partially blind, unable to recognize faces, but it felt like he could see everything. His eyes were striking, almost glowing. And contrary to the rumors, he wasn’t old. No, Ethan was a man in his prime—a powerful wolf at the peak of his dominance. “Unfortunately for you, you won’t be Mrs. Darnell for much longer,” he said coldly. “A shameless woman like you doesn’t deserve to be here.”