Blindfold Tattoos Reviews Novels & Stories

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

Past I'm an almost eighteen-year-old virgin and Walter thinks it's time I get some experience under my belt since I'm about to shift. His argument was that it would be embarrassing if I met my mate and didn't know what to do with her. Being blind doesn't mean I'm inexperienced in other areas. But he's my older brother and I know he only wants to help. Out of everyone, only Walter and Dad don't treat me like a disabled person. They don't feel sorry for me or whisper behind my back the way others do. I think the rest of the pack doesn't understand that my other senses work just fine. Maybe a bit too fine if you asked me. Especially my hearing. I could be sitting in the pack house but hear a co

Tabitha said. “We also wanted to ask you if you were willing to have a protection and blocking spell tattooed on your body.” another witch asked. “It will only block dark magic.” I nodded, I always wanted a tattoo anyway. I would do anything that could help me right now. They started with the tattoo, one of the witches used an old tattoo method of hammering the tattoo into my skin which was painful, but not too bad. It would heal. They were too little runes tattooed on the top of my back, near my neck.

That is why this is a perfect exercise for him, it will allow him to focus on other senses. “That’s the beauty of it. You don’t have to see it. You can feel it instead.” He took a breath, his fingers hovering over the bowl’s edge, and I mimicked his action tracing my fingers over the kitchen island until the bowl fell under my fingertips. I realized that pretending to be blind was somewhat easy having Sebastian next to me, although I hated every second I lied the progress Sebastian made just within this week almost made it feel like it was worth it. "Focus on the texture, the feel of it. Your hands will tell you everything." I said softly, encouraging him. "As will this audio-recorded recipe

Cedric unexpectedly chased after me and helped rebandage the wound on my arm. "Nicole, your eyes are fine, right? Can you stop being so upset now?" he said gently. "As long as your eyes are still okay, it's not a big deal, right? The doctor said it wouldn't have much of an impact. I just can't bear to see you become blind. Celine had constantly told me how painful a blind person's world was, and I was really starting to lose patience with it."

My ceremony with Alex was scheduled for the next full moon, exactly when men and women with mates should focus solely on their bonds. The pack emissary carefully delivered the ceremonial clasp commissioned by Alex—a rare silver-infused obsidian piece, the only one of its kind, its dark surface capturing light in hypnotic patterns. Daya noticed the clasp in my hand, and unmistakable greed flashed in her eyes. "Jenna, I find that ceremonial clasp quite striking. Might I try it on?" The pack emissary beside me apologetically shook her head. "Forgive me, this piece was crafted by Alpha Alex's command for his Luna alone. Please examine our other offerings."

I grabbed his beating heart and gently brought it out. He panted and began to cry after seeing his beating heart. “Why are you crying? Aren’t you pathetic? What was that you said before? There was no chance a blind man and a talking head could defeat you. Now look at how much trouble your words have put you through. Even if there were one thousand of you, they would all still be no match for me. In your next life, learn not to underestimate!” I yelled as I yanked out his heart from his body. I threw his heart and his lifeless body away.

He sighed, pulling back and the cold wind wrapped me instead of the warmth that I wanted and then his words were like a splash of cold water on my face. "And?" I frowned at him as I believe he wanted to say more but stopped as if hesitant. "You're a human" He coldly said and further continued, "Above all that, a blind one". I could feel frustration and commotion in his voice as he didn't mean to offend me but was just opening himself to me. "So?" I heard him sigh, "So, it'll be better after I win the duel, you'll return to my pack but we will be civil with no attraction towards each other"

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life. My breath caught in my throat, trapped. I was trapped. My eyes completely rebelled against my brain's frantic commands to look the fuck away. Instead, they traced the dark, heavy ink of a tattoo etched across his upper shoulder blades. Three words, bold and unyielding: "Built Through Pain." The script wasn't flashy or arrogant. It felt heavy. It looked like a scar turned into art—a quiet testament to something survival-driven. A strange, unbidden ache blossomed in my chest just looking at it.