Blindspot Tasha Novels & Stories

With the confidence of my inner wolf. By the time I reached my locker, someone had slipped a folded note through the vents. I hesitated before opening it. That comeback yesterday? Iconic. If you ever need backup, I’m in. - Tasha. Tasha. One of Ella’s original shadows. Just like last night, she was still leaning towards her new found loyalty. I tucked the note into my bag without replying. I wasn’t here to collect alliances, I just wanted peace. But it was good to know where the winds were blowing.

I could hear Damon moving to stand behind me, close enough to support but wise enough not to interfere. “You’re right,” I said, voice low. “I can’t see. I’ll never see again. But that hasn’t stopped me from ripping out more throats than any of you ever dared to face.” “Kaliah—” “Let me finish,” I snapped, turning toward the voice. “You think blindness is weakness. I think hiding behind meetings and whispers is.” “You’re not invincible,” one elder barked. “You can’t expect us to follow someone who could be struck down at any time.”

Even though he was blind his other senses were ten times stronger. He also hadn’t been born blind he had lost his sight when he had turned twelve. The process wasn't painful but he remembered training with his father and the world around him had started to turn blurry and then just blackness. Vincent had struggled with depression but his father wouldn't allow him to disappear. His father had just pushed him harder to train and become a good Alpha and he was ruthless in battle and never allowed this obstacle of sight to make him weak. He protected his pack and would make sure he protected his mate as well. Vincent wondered if she would reject him because he would never be able to fully claim

“Come on, we’ve got to get you cleaned up.” It felt unbelievable good to have a shower. To feel the cold water running along my back, down my butt and even over my aching legs. I almost cried. I was robbed of so many things being locked in that hellhole. Thomas didn’t know, but I wasn’t able to make out every colour, most things seemed a blur, others were fragments or black and white. It’s said that after a while many things lost function of certain organs when they weren’t in use. Most fishes in the darkness couldn’t see, maybe I was slowly going blind, having seen nothing but complete darkness for longer than I cared to remember.

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?"

“Okay! I’ll come inside in fifteen.” Evarius leaves, and Tasha continues her meditation. But about five minutes in, she feels she can hear something or someone and opens her eyes abruptly. She looks around but can see no one. However, she feels a little weird. Then, as she turns around, she sees someone moving towards her so fast that their peripheries are blurred. She barely has the chance to step back, and in the haste to do so, she stumbles to the ground. She opens her mouth to scream for Evarius, but before she can get even a single syllable out, someone slaps a hand around her mouth. She struggles to get them off, but it’s useless.

“And Tasha is the one with short wavy pink dyed hair and light green eyes. Doesn’t really think for herself and follows after Mia?” “The dumb one. Yes.” I responded as Lila chuckled but Maya didn’t find it funny as she sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. “Aria, you’ve got to be careful. You need to stay clear from Mia and Tasha. They are both in Rank 2. They are daughters of the Elders and though they look like weak perfect Barbies, they have claws, painted and manicured but they are not afraid to use them.” “Look Maya. I don’t know how things run around here but I am not afraid to stand up for myself. I can handle them.” I said, rolling my eyes. I didn’t really like Maya and I didn’t like h

asked Mike, trying to give assumptions about what could happen. "Calm down, I know what I'm doing right now." Thane was calm and confident as he answered Mike's question. With a heart full of mixed emotions, Thane led their group to where Tasha would show them. Anxiety and the hope of saving Elinor filled Thane's mind, while Mike and the rest of the Royal also felt tense about this uncertain situation. "Listen to me, when you get there, you'll be waiting at one spot. It's the only place that has blind spots from other witch and guards. I hope you won't provoke any commotion or fighting while waiting there," Tasha instructed Thane and the Royal members.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

NATE I blink awake to the crack lights of sunset oranges and purples trailing through the window blinds into Tasha's room, the rays washing over our barely covered bodies nestled halfway under the bedsheets. As I pull the sheets up, Tasha stirs beside me, still asleep, and all the memories flood back to me in a sweet, mind-blowing rush.