Blindsight Novels & Stories

Not, how weak or pathetic or useless. Useless, I'm useless. Weak.. Claire opened her eyes suddenly, It was the same dream again or the nightmare of her life. The day she lost her every hope. She became this weak girl, from the happy girl. She became a burden on her family. A person that experiences blindness suddenly can cause significant depression and anxiety related to not navigating the world around you as you once did. The world can feel extremely isolated to the blind person. There will be understandable anxiety after a sudden loss of vision as the person learns to connect with places and people no longer clearly see.

I looked around, listening to see if I could maybe hear them. I heard movement to my right, making me turn to look into the tree line. My heart thumped in my chest, hope filling my heart. Had they come back for me? I tried my hardest to see if maybe I could see their familiar forms, but it was the blind hour; dawn and dusk were the times of day when our eyes struggled to see things. Alexander had said that they call it the blind hour, where it was hard for our heightened sense of sight to make out shapes or see anything as we typically did.

the young man replied. "Young Master! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry! This is my fault that we got into this accident!" a middle-aged man continuously apologized as he kept on bowing to the young man. The driver clearly saw that it was the "go" sign, so he pressed on the gas handle. However, in blindsight, someone suddenly rushed in front of the car, resulting in a collision and accident. Thus, the driver could not help but tremble, knowing that someone could possibly die at this moment due to him.

She was placed in a position depicting the likeness of a beggar. Dale had always wanted to evade East Bay far away from the tortures of Ken and Nicky to at least start a new life. But it now seemed that the last good man on earth had been killed. The journey had caused a tremendous change in her life pattern. The constant smirking he got from different situations had caused a concussion. Her brain had suffered a lot of whiplash and pounding lately. Her head now slightly bent towards her left shoulder, this defect which caused the head and brain to shake quickly backwards was now something to deal with. Now she had become physically disabled.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

After all, it's simply too easy for 'accidents' to happen in places like that… "I'm going to arrange for some trustworthy Rogues to pose as wolves from Kael's pack and attack our convoy. And when things get chaotic, destroying her eyes will be nothing but a piece of cake! "In fact, I can even injure her even more severely if I want to—perhaps I'll just destroy her wolf while I'm at it. That way, she'll be even more dependent on me," Gabriel said slyly. "As long as she's blind and disabled, she will forever have to depend on me for the rest of her life and believe every single word I say. Then, she will obediently and willingly look after Leon for us, making him her only emotional support."

He sent me a location almost immediately. I grabbed my bag and headed out. However, the moment I arrived, something felt off. After a few sips of coffee, my vision started to blur. By the time I came back to my senses, I was lying on an operating table. Voices floated around me. "I only want her to be temporarily blind. You're sure her vision will recover afterward?" "Don't worry. This technique is very mature. It'll only take an hour." My body felt weak, my vision hazy.

Except… I glanced sideways. Olandria, walking beside me. She was focused on the path ahead like she was always measuring something no one else could see. With her, things didn’t blur. They didn’t stretch or distort to be more than they were. Something about her didn’t stay contained. It didn’t blur, didn’t soften into something I could ignore. It just… stayed, and I didn’t hate that. Only if she would be less guarded around me. “…You’re limping.”

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The approach was silent, a low-altitude glide that felt like holding one's breath over a fathomless abyss. The "Blind Spot" emerged from the Mediterranean fog not as an island of rock and soil, but as a jagged shard of obsidian rising from the sea. It was a masterpiece of architectural camouflage, a fortress of reinforced polymer and smart-glass that mimicked the turbulent reflection of the waves.

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.