Blindfold Fish Novels & Stories

Creighton stopped and pointed to the beautiful blue and yellow fish, not very large, only about two or three inches long, swimming along the edge of a rock. “It’s a flameback angelfish,” Creighton’s voice filtered calmly through her helmet. “And over there in the sand, see it? It’s a white spotted bamboo shark.” “A shark?” She gulped in fear as a warm hand touched the small of her back, steadying her from swimming backward. “It won’t hurt you. It’s considered a carpet shark and harmless to humans.” She drew a deep breath and relaxed, the warmth of his hand remained on her back. “Take a picture,” he reminded her, and she pulled the arm holding the camera up and snapped the button.

"Damn! What is that?" Sheila exclaimed. She was shocked at how fast the fish was because the fish was aiming at her. If she was stabbed by the fish's pointy nose, she could be dead or badly injured. Severin flicked his finger to unleash a spiritual energy ray to kill the fish. When the fish got hit, it dropped back into the sea. Sofia said, "This is not a normal fish. It's a spiritual beast. The spiritual energy in this area is very thick. It means there is an island not far from here and that's why the fish around this area have developed intelligence."

I stop at the bottom step, looking back at the relic glowing faintly under the dim room lights. "All we have to do now," I whisper, "is wait for the big fish to swim straight into the net."

Later, I became a core member, helping the team with a huge breakthrough. A year passed by in the blink of an eye. I had almost completely forgotten about Sean, devoting all my time to my research. Finally, we developed a drug that could help blind people regain their eyesight. After a few months of testing, Charles called me and said, "Rachel, the patients that took part in the test all regained their eyesight." I broke down in tears when I heard what Charles had said. Michael Trent, one of my colleagues, came to comfort me.

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.

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.

My heart and my thoughts weren’t on the same side anymore. He guided me toward a small alcove draped in velvet “Sit,” he murmured in a low tone. “Just watch. That’s all.” Then his lips curved, almost teasing. “Tell me, Delilah… have you ever heard of the blindfold game?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. “Also calked the ‘Blindfolded Session'. Everyone gets blindfolded and the lights are turned off completely dark. You can fuck whoever you want without knowing who it is.' He grinned mischievously. 'No faces, no names, just raw sex.'”

He approached the altar, bowed to the skeleton, and then struck out with a palm, shattering it to pieces. The netherflame burst forth, whipping and spinning wildly through the air. At the same time, from the second floor, all those countless glowing fish surged upward, flooding toward the netherflame. So, that was it. Those so-called "fish" were nothing more than shadows cast by the netherflame. That was why no matter how Gideon tried to grab them, he couldn't catch a single one back in the deep sea. All the shadows merged together. The netherflame swelled in size, making Brantley's expression turn grim.

"A performance fit for greatness. Now the curtain falls." Abruptly, the black lights of the fishery flickered, then blazed on, bathing the room in a cold, merciless light. I gasped, blinded for an instant, flinging up a hand to shield my eyes. Before my eyes found their focus again, my heart sank.

Caspian's gaze condensed, and he saw the aquatic plants suddenly separated. At the same time, in addition to the Underworld's Alligator-Turtle's chiseled head, which was the size of a washbasin, dozens of silver fishes that were palm-sized and like a short knife stared at Caspian. "The Armor-Breaker Fishes!" Caspian's face instantly dropped. The water pressure of the Lost Soul River, the dense aquatic plants, and the armor of the Underworld’s Alligator-Turtle were not difficult in Caspian's eyes. However, what truly troubled Caspian and even felt as if his life were in danger was the Underworld’s Alligator-Turtle's large group of parasitic Armor-Breaker Fishes!