Blindfold Fish Novels & Stories

Some fish had eyes that glowed in the dark; others had bizarre shapes, as if they had escaped from a nightmare. As they walked through the tunnel, Ploy, who was still in pain from the burn on her hand, tried to distract herself by looking at the marine life. She saw a school of small, colorful fish swimming near the glass. Their eyes looked hungry. "Look! They're so cute!" Ploy exclaimed innocently.

James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force. "You want to betray me too! You want to abandon me too!" Michelle struggled desperately, finding it harder and harder to breathe as everything began to blur. Survival instinct kicked in as she grabbed a sculpture from the table and smashed it against James's head. James grunted and collapsed to the floor. Michelle clutched her throat, coughing violently. Looking at James lying on the ground, there wasn't a trace of concern in her eyes—only disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself. Without your parents' protection, you're nothing but trash!

Then added with a weird hesitation in his voice, “Please… you can come see— I mean, feel her.” My skin crawled. I felt sick. The word “feel” made something inside me twist. My hands strained behind my back. I wanted to run. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even see. I kept shaking my head, as if the blindfold would come off if I just tried hard enough. But it didn’t. I saw nothing. Only black. And then I heard it. Footsteps. Slow. Deliberate. Heavy. And with them came another sound.

After seeing the series of operations, the pangolin was immediately puzzled. With all these basics, let alone Samuel, even if the pangolin went on stage, there would definitely be no problem at all. The old man smiled and did not answer. He just looked at Samuel indifferently. "Crash!" After a few more sounds of water, six Moonlight Ghost Fishes, more than one meter long, broke through the water surface and attacked. This time, Samuel not only did not choose to resist, but also absorbed the previous experience. After dodging sideways, he added a sword on their backs in the air.

It think that it is best that we should be careful. Byron’s face turned serious when he gave me a stern nod and showed me the triton’s rod in assurance. I fully trust Byron that I began to focus on the path ahead of us. I began to clear my mind so I can use my telepathy on the animals if I needed to. But what I did not expect once we exited the hole was for a number of gigantic and weird-looking fish coming to greet us. I counted at least five monsters in total, with each one having unique features and about thrice the size of the megalodons.

Or were they preparing for the eventual confrontation? A war between humans and fisheri? Who would win? The siren pod was an advanced poisonous species capable of camouflage and telepathy. Unlike humans, they were comfortable both on land and in the water. But, there were far fewer of them on the planet. And they didn't have access to tanks, weapons, and troops. Or did they? "How many fisheri reside in the ocean?" Stralath asked bluntly. He'd already laid out his brutal terms, and Vigtor was not happy.

She didn’t know how he did it, but she could get used to it. As they neared the tide pools Lainey caught sight of the red glow again. She thought she had imagined it the last time she was down here, and yet there it was again. Climbing over a small rock she stepped knee high in a puddle. A fish wiggled out from under her foot and she nearly screamed. Mostly black with a few white spots, it seemed to slide across the rock instead of swim. Amused, Dakari made his way over to watch the non-swimming fish. “It’s a clingfish,” he said. “I remember these on a field trip from school.”

And bloody hell, if someone asked if I could see anything, I'll pound them. My blindness was something I couldn't control, but luckily, I gathered a sixth sense. I could feel when someone was staring at me, whether it be a male or female, I could physically feel it. I could sense where objects were as I walked, letting the vibrations of my footsteps be my guide and like how dolphins use echolocation, I could sense where I am stepping because the vibrations come right back at me, telling me how close the object was or how far it was. Hopefully, if I found my mate, she'll accept me and learn to love me so I could gain my sight and see everything that I have ever wanted. What did the sky look l

"We'll just sell this blind man to a ruthless Lycan in the Alps, Dad. As usual as bait for our journey later!" Susilia shook her head weakly, her lips unable to say no. Her voice caught in her throat. Her tongue suddenly became twisted and folded, very difficult to move. "What do you want to say, Blind. Haha, now you're suffering from being a mute. The blind woman has become a mute!" shouted the Alpha child who was Sicily's age. "I'm not mute, Miss. Indeed, this is my voice!" hissed Sicily with her lips moving. "My voice, where's my voice!" thought Sisiilia as she clutched her neck.

Lucas felt his chest tighten. "The result of what?" "Everything Genesis has been trying to create." The stranger pointed toward the compatibility readings. "Your bond doesn't behave like an ordinary pheromone response." "It stabilizes." "It strengthens." "And most importantly..." He looked at Lucas. "...your pheromone blindness doesn't interfere with it." Lucas stared at him. "My pheromone blindness?" "Yes." "Genesis believed an Omega who couldn't perceive pheromones normally would be difficult to influence."