Blindsided Book Novels & Stories

One that resisted my magic. The book containing the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude sat on its pedestal, it’s secrets hidden within. I conjured a pair of gloves this time around. Thick leather ones that instantly made my hands sweat. I forced open the book, fighting against the wrongness in my gut, and was blasted backwards by an ear-piercing shriek. My vision blurred around the edges, filling with black spots that blotted out the room around me. That didn’t stop me from hearing voices. Hearing dark, excited laughter spilling in from all corners.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

The sound of the ripping parchment is loud in the silent hall. Julian flinches again. I fold the pieces together and tear them again. I keep going until the document is nothing but a handful of white scraps. I open my fingers. The white pieces flutter down to the marble floor. They land on Marcella’s damp skirt. They land on Julian’s polished shoes. “Three years ago, I was blind,” I say to him. “I thought love was a duty. I thought if I bled enough for your people, you would finally see me as a human being.”

But today was different. All I remembered was reading a book in a very serene library, and the next thing was darkness. I was in the midst of chaos...the whirling of the wind sweeping through the trees and rattling the windows. Dark clouds rolled in, casting a shadow over the once bright sky. The intensity of the weather mirrored the tumultuous storm brewing within me. And then in the midst of this tempest, as scene unfolded before my eyes. Cassandra, stood in the path of danger, her eyes betraying a sense of vulnerability. I watched in horror as a figure merged from the shadows, plunging a blade deep into my side.

She started doing some enchantments but I quickly recovered from my shock and summoned a ball of red smoke and stopped her. I held her with one hand while the other hand summoned the Book of the Damned. It flipped on its own accord and opened a page that I’d never seen before. I wasn’t sure what it was about but Blair saw it and for the first time ever, there was genuine fear in her eyes as she whispered softly, “No.”

I asked myself, making my way to the desk to pick up the book. The book felt light in my hands. As soon as I opened the book, a flood of light pooled out, blinding me for a brief moment. I threw the book down, but it was already too late. Everything began to spin, and then I was sucked into the words on the pages of the book.

I asked eagerly, grinning from ear to ear wanting to see the gift. Aminu chuckled and placed something that felt like a little book in my hands. As I tried to feel it the blindfold was taken off my eyes. I immediately looked at what was in my hands and looked up to see what was in front of me. I screamed!!! --------- I know, I'm evil. I accept it with y full chest. Please vote for my book. Next chapter coming in a jiffy. You know how it is!!! Don't worry y'all will know the surprise in the next chapter. More GARBA action coming up!!!

Every sound in the room the chatter, the music, the clinking glasses seemed to fade into nothing. I felt my pulse spike, shame and anger fighting inside my chest. I wanted to speak up, to defend him, but Hayden beat me to it. “Hard?” His tone was calm, almost amused. “I suppose for some, it would be.” Jacob blinked, thrown off. “For some?” “Yes.” Hayden’s head tilted slightly, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. “But I’ve never found my blindness to be an obstacle. People tend to reveal themselves… even when they think I can’t see.”

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

"Let's get her out of here before anyone sees us. The alpha will be waiting." At the word “Alpha”, Belinda's body stiffened. She needed no more evidence to conclude on who was behind this. The sound of footsteps drew her out of her thoughts, and she grew alert, sitting straighter against the wall. As all she was her ears, she listened attentively, hearing the heavy metal door swing open and the footsteps draw nearer. Not long after, the blindfold came off, and she was exposed to the dim light of a single fluorescent bulb. Despite expecting to see the face in front of her, it didn't dull the impact of the overwhelming anger and hatred that crashed into her.