Blindfold Elden Ring Novels & Stories

He nibbled my ear feebly. “Fuck, Dia. Where are the other two hearts? I would have asked for a safe word had I known this game would get this dangerous. I would be screaming the safe word by now. Stop torturing me, my sweet tormentor, and just fucking tell me where are the other two hearts?” I chuckled. “You haven’t removed all the clothes from my body yet,” I hinted. “Don’t tell me,” he lifted my head in his palm and unfolded my blindfold. “If you take off the blindfold, I will open my eyes,” I said.

said Mirabel before Derrick finally stepped out of the house and slammed the door. What Derrick wasn't aware of was that he was blindly going to take Hailey to her ex-husband without knowing it.

"I didn't know gods still reside amongst men." "Nah, I'm no god. I'm just as normal as you are." Melinda smiled. "Nah, you can't fool me," I retorted. "I'm familiar with your game. At least, I ain't blind. Shit… I didn't mean to… I meant that even though I was blind, I would also feel the heavy invisibility aura you created."

The concept of rules and community is so strange to them, and I would not let them ruin everything I have spent my entire life building. “We are ready to leave your Highness,” my beta announced, I nodded curtly before I stalked towards the door and I could hear everyone make way for me. Being blind has its own perks and having a fantastic sense of smell to cover for it is one of the things that the moon goddess did for me that I am proud of. I do not have to see my enemies before I take them and it has helped me stay relevant all these years, and I do not plan to stop now. Especially now that I have found my mates and other alphas might think they have found a way to get to me.

We were deep within the blind zone of the forest, where the canopy was so thick that the sunlight barely pierced through the branches. “Look at her,” Lyra snickered, leaning against a mossy boulder while her mate, Asher, stood proudly beside her. “She’s practically shaking. Your magnificent beta mate will actually be able to find you, right, Elara? Or are we going to be standing in the snow until we freeze to death?” I didn't say a word. I couldn't. If I opened my mouth to reply, a scream might slip out instead. The elders raised their wooden staffs, signaling the official beginning of the Blind Hunt. Miles away, at the edge of the border, Calix, blindfolded, would be released into the fores

Elena said confidently, giving out a smirk. “This is only the beginning. Let's continue.” Asrar says as raises up a massive rock tossing it to Elena but she catches it and disintegrates it completely into Sand. “I have to say I am quite impressed but let's see how strong you are when you're blindfolded.” Asrar said, wrapping Elena with a black blindfold. “Hey! I can't see anything! How am I supposed to defend myself?” Elena said to Asrar touching the blindfold. “Exactly, you're not supposed to see anything and that's when your five senses come in. Are you ready Elena?” Asrar said getting in position.

Maya asked. "There is no way to have the power without the light, Roheemah," Elias said, his voice grave. "But there is a way to focus on it. The monastery has a 'Belfry'; an ancient acoustic chamber. If the twins cry there, the sound will be amplified and reflected by the stone. It will create an acoustic 'dead zone' that will fry the neural links of those replicas." "And the Heiress?" "She will be blinded," Elias said. "For a moment, the Silence will truly belong to you."

I can almost see his ears twitching, straining to pinpoint the source of the growl. "Stay close," he commands in a low voice. "Whatever it is, it's not friendly." Despite the unwelcoming sounds, Elowen tries to reassure us. "The Veil is just playing with our nerves," she explains quickly. "We must stay focused on our destination. Don't let it distract you." Another growl, closer this time and I feel Eden trembling beside me. I thus pull him closer as the scepter in his hand begins to pulse with a soft golden light, responding to his heightened emotions.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The approach was silent, a low-altitude glide that felt like holding one's breath over a fathomless abyss. The "Blind Spot" emerged from the Mediterranean fog not as an island of rock and soil, but as a jagged shard of obsidian rising from the sea. It was a masterpiece of architectural camouflage, a fortress of reinforced polymer and smart-glass that mimicked the turbulent reflection of the waves.