Blinding Speed Novels & Stories

“All at once, were we to fight together.” My eyebrows go up in disbelief but Blaze nods, confirming that it is true. “There are benefits to being small, and nimble, and graceful, and fast. We will show you.” The two turn towards each other then, each raising their hands delicately – but then, between blinks, they’re moving. My mouth falls open as I watch the speed with which they move – slashing out punches and slices, dipping beneath each other’s arms and rolling out of the way when a blow comes too close.

what should we do. Magellan increased his speed slightly. Increased vehicle speed from 30 to 35 yards. This speed is already the limit. Even if the car lights are on high beam, they can only see so much in the dense darkness of the wilderness. No matter how fast the car is, even if it reacts, the vehicle will not be able to avoid the driver... There should be weapons on the outside of the vehicle! ! Or ultrasonic scanning function.. Otherwise, he wouldn't be blind in such an environment.

July knew very well what her family feared the most, that fear was their weak point. "That's why we made a simple event." Argus nodded silently, not daring to oppose her word at this point. "Oh, and about the invitation, you were talking about earlier. I will make a plan that there is no couple name or photo of us either on the invitation card or in the wedding room. Let people accept it as a new concept of modern style marriage. That's what I mean by blind wedding because the guests don't know the identity of my groom."

Remaining Balance: 300] Swish—swish—swish! The wheel didn’t just spin once, it split into two smaller wheels, spinning side by side in a blur of color. The room filled with a faint humming sound, vibrating in his bones. (Two at once… c’mon, c’mon…) The first wheel slowed. Click. Click. Click… STOP. A glowing blue card floated out, pulsing faintly. [Trial Skill Acquired: Speed Enhance (One-Time Use)]

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

“C’mon, don’t be a coward.” He blurs around the arena, moving with such supernatural speed that I can barely track him with my eyes. But with my hearing suddenly amplified, I can track his sound. I slow my breathing and close my eyes, spinning in a slow circle. It’s a lethal risk to close my eyes in a fight that could end me in seconds, but I need total concentration to take him down. The rushing wind cuts through the crowd’s cheers, growing louder. He is closing the distance. He is right on top of me—

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*

His dark eyes widened in sudden, desperate shock as he realized he had been totally outmaneuvered by our synchronized speed. Time seemed to slow to an absolute crawl inside the roaring stadium. The bright overhead lights reflected off the spinning black rubber as it slid perfectly onto my waiting blade, giving me the ultimate window of opportunity. Every single hour of grueling practice, every painful check I had absorbed during the match, and the unyielding protective promise Orion had given me in the tunnel all fused into a single moment of pure, blinding instinct.

Sticky. Blood. It trickled into my fingers, a slow tide that felt heavy and suffocating. Panic clawed at me, I tried to open my eyes, but it was useless. The effort itself was painful, and the outlines I once could see were gone. I could only see pitch darkness. My right eye, burned like fire, the pain so strong it sent my whole body tumbling back down when I tried again to stand up. I can't see. It hit my brain like a streak of lightning, and I felt breathless, frozen in fear.

To my dear readers, I want to begin by expressing my deepest gratitude to you, even though there may not be many of you. Your support, no matter how small, has meant everything to me. When I first set out to write "Blinded Dreams," my goal was to craft a unique storyline that would resonate with those who read it. It has taken me 1.5 years to finally complete this book, and I’m overwhelmed with joy to be able to say that it is now finished.