Blinding Speed Novels & Stories

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.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

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."

I ask putting emphasis on 'blind alpha'. "He's stronger than all of those packs combined. So you see Stacy, you should really do your research on your enemy. Especially if its me" I then turn, grabbing one of the dark figures by their head I bring my body up in the air, gripping his head tightly as I bring him forward and jump across his back. As my feet hit the ground I yank my arms on his head, a sickening crack echoes a second before I drop him. The speed I used making it impossible for the others to attack me.

A cool mist permeated the air, a stark contrast to the intense heat that had dominated moments before. Blaze exhibited an uncanny burst of agility and speed. Bounding down the stairs, each step was taken with a lightning-like sprint that closed the distance to the scene of the unfolding tragedy in a matter of heartbeats. His silhouette blurred against the backdrop of the staircase, a ratification to the urgency and desperation that fueled his rapid descent. In a mere handful of seconds, Blaze arrived on the first floor. As he sprinted towards Astrid's car, she drew upon a reservoir of strength, her leg arcing through the air with a powerful, swift kick that connected with the car door.

Leonardo snorted coldly, “I do admit that you guys have some capabilities. The problem is the foundation of your strength is too poor. Today, all of you are destined to die here!!!” “Shameless boasting!” “I don’t believe you can maintain this speed for long!” “Whirlwind Blade!” After that knife-wielding man was finished with his words, the big knife in his hand started to vibrate wildly. The vigorous power burst instantly as he slashed the blade at Leonardo. A beam of sword light flew by rapidly like a gust of wind. It shot out and exploded at ultra-speed as it was about to come down on Leonardo’s body. “Invisible Lance!!!” The other two also struck out together.

Within four hours, Zephyr had doubled his speed technique! If Zephyr were to face Shaun Lee again, he would not need the Lightning Spear’s assistance. This speed alone was enough to defeat him. As Zephyr continued speeding off, feeling weightless as ever, he reached out his arms, feeling his being connecting with the world. The rune upon his forehead started to sparkle and fizzle, amplifying his technique.

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!

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.

One single, quick blow right at his Adam's apple. It’s all a whir of mere seconds, as though I’m in slow motion and the world is speeding around me. My vision blurry with tears and my left eye is burning so bad it’s streaming. All I can see as I try to acclimatise is the fluid form of a trained fighter, a silent deadly movement and intimidating presence.