Blindfold Elden Ring Novels & Stories

The mark on Valen’s shoulder flared with equal intensity, illuminating the entire subterranean sea! A brand-new element was born in that frozen cavern—not gold, not black, but a radiant, shimmering aura of iridescent silver-purple and white-gold fire: the Unbound Eclipse Domain! The crushing wave of absolute zero was instantly shattered! The grey static mist touching their barrier didn't just melt; it was utterly purified, converted into warm, living mana that rained down across the platform like golden spring water! Aethelgard gave a soundless, horrified shriek as its gray static hand was caught in the expanding Eclipse domain!

“A week without me and you’re twitching like this?” Eli swallowed hard. “Yes.” “Say it.” “I need you.” “More.” “I need your hands. Your voice. Your rules.” Damian’s grip tightened. “There he is.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a length of soft black fabric — a blindfold. He dangled it in front of Eli’s lips. “You wear this,” he murmured, “and you stop thinking. Understood?” “Yes.” The fabric slid over his eyes — darkness settling like obedience.

he concurred. "Now let's see which will go first. We have Tease, the one on the red blindfold; we have Barely, the one on the orange blindfold; then we have Minimum, the one on the green blindfold; then we have Maximum, the one on the white blindfold; and then we have Perk, the one on the yellow blindfold. Each of them will go according to the level, and each person would have only five minutes with you. I gasped. "Now, put on your mask, lose the blindfold for the first one's eyes, and then he will take it from there."

Rhydar takes one, holding it between his fingers. "Rhy—" I start to say, and he shakes his head. "You'll be the eyes," he utters, handing the fabric to me. “I'll take the blindfold." I swallow hard. For some reason, I'm terribly uneasy about this. 'Trust me,' he says through the bond. I swallow hard, trying to steady my trembling hands. I'm supposed to guide him, make sure he reaches the tokens, and make sure he's safe. But what if...what if I fail?

Her face was red, almost incandescent, and her eyes burned with an inner fire. The driver, understanding without a word, gently pulled the curtain separating him from his boss, refusing to hear what was about to happen. Chantelle continued her movements, trying to calm the fire consuming her body. Her breath became short, irregular. The man reached into his pocket, pulled out a black blindfold, and gently placed it over Chantelle's face. He removed his mask. Collen's gaze was troubled seeing the state Chantelle was in, then he slowly approached, his lips meeting Chantelle's with infinite tenderness.

Saphira did trip going up the stairs but she managed to catch herself. "Our first single lady is Saphira Silverstar. She just came of age last month. Most of you know she’s also completely blind. But she’s still sweet as can be," Alpha Alexander said. Saphira gently waved since she was nervous and hated this before Alpha Alexander started to go down the list of the other girls that were there. Amy Brown, Susie Jackson, Lilly Emerson, Amanda Smith, and Flora Erickson were all from Saphira’s pack. Saphira could hear some other names being called up from the other packs. She soon heard the doors to the ballroom opening with a loud bang. It made everyone jump and fall silent.

Choices to be pawns and to battle each other to let the winner group be declared. So, yes, we aren't just hunting. We would also like to beat each other for there aren't any alliances to be found in here because the faces are meant to be nemeses. "Do you know why is it essential for you to have a blindfold except that having that signified the beginning of the Game?" I looked at his broad masculine back. "To realize something. To learn some things that would never cross your mind if you wouldn't experience it yourself," I said like it is what he wants to hear.

Her aura wavers, her resolve a lifeline. Renn raises his relics, their light flaring, his voice steady. “You’re the Veil’s voice, Aelys—hold fast.” His aura pulses, loyalty a beacon, and Aelys nods, her twin-star eyes blazing, her hymn merging light and shadow within the trial’s visions.

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

The chamber trembled as Elior steadied himself, the Veilblade pulsing in his grasp like a living entity. The whispers, once distant, now screamed inside his mind. His vision blurred, shadows creeping at the edges of his sight. Sienna’s hand on his arm grounded him, but the sword refused to let go. From the darkness, something stirred. A figure emerged—tattered robes, hollow eyes, a presence older than time. It did not walk; it glided, the air warping around it.