Blindspot Tasha Novels & Stories

I didn’t want that to change. When Sophia kept shut, Tara resumed walking, pretentiously waving her cane on the floor as a guide. To everyone, Tara was fully blind, but I was different. I was the one who caused her condition, so I should know. No matter what happens to a dragon’s eyes, it can still see people through their heat signatures, but for some reason, Tara decided to hide that secret. Tara. Tara. Tara. Every fucking time. That was all I thought about half the time she was present. I hated it. I lifted the chalice before me. “A toast to greatness and my soon-to-be Luna, who would make it easier to rule.”

she asked. "If she had consumed it, she would have died on the spot. Alpha, how did you follow her blood towards the waterfall?" looking at him with a placid expression. Taya was a naturally talented warrior, always impeccable in proving her theories. Her previous pack failed to notice her potential and degraded her with a twitch because of her sexuality. Prideful men hated her guts. "The path of her blood was in an indefinite manner," he thought hard. "Our theories are mutual. Blair must have blinded her when she tried to fight back."

Even though she was still far from the peak, being in late-stage alone made her incredibly formidable. "You silly girl, I told you to be careful, but you didn't listen," Tasha chided gently, stroking Elva's head affectionately. She was very protective of her disciples, perhaps too much so, which had left them with little real-world experience. "I didn't know he was so powerful," Elva pouted. "Please teach him a lesson!" "What lesson? You were the one who provoked him. Besides, I can't beat him," Tasha replied, shaking her head before turning to Henry.

I extended my shaking hands, and the moment the cuffs snapped shut, the familiar burn of silver bit into my skin, and tears rolled down my cheeks. “Do not look into my eyes or speak unless spoken to,” she said harshly. “I am Elder Tasha. Until proven innocent, you are mateless and rankless. Sharing your bed and body with a stranger after being claimed is an insult to your mates and to your pack, but I wouldn’t expect a Vladislav to understand loyalty and fidelity.” Her words cut deep, filled with contempt, and she yanked the chain attached to the cuffs, forcing me forward. I stumbled, hunger and exhaustion making it hard to keep up.

I slapped my hands over my hears to muffle the voices out, but it barely worked. The whispers still sounded like they were in side of my head aswell as they were all around the forest. The disturbance and chaos they brought within me made me want to scream. The fear of being found made me bite the inside of my cheeks until I tasted blood, stopping the scream from forcing its way out of my lips. I couldn't understand what the whispers were saying, disturbing me even more. "Stop." I finally whispered, my voice barely audible over the rest. A twig snapped behind me, and I quickly turned around to see the man walking towards me, the Blind Alpha of the pack, the same one who has horror stories to

"Touch me with those unfortunate fingers again, and I will make your life hell.” His words sent shivers down my spine; slowly, I began to realize what Liam was warning me about. Christopher could kill me, and no one would bat an eye. After all, I was just a maid, but he was the head of the Hawthorne lineage; blind or not, he had more power than I could ever dream. "I understand sir.” I picked up the tray from the desk, cold sweat dripping from my forehead, and quickly left the room and ran straight back to the kitchen.

“This is my fault?! My fault?! Who was the one who came to me with a big dream to screw over the only family member that she had left?! Don't stand there and act like this was all my idea, you horrid looking imp!! This was your idea! I only fine tuned it because I thought that I was in love with you and that you loved me! But nothing was ever enough for you! Nothing I did was enough! All these years you have found little and even massive ways to show me why Lydia was better than me! I said nothing, swallowed it all because I felt like if I performed better I would do better than her! But I'm not Lydia! I'm not the leader of the coven! I don't have as many cool powers as she does and I let yo

Bruce asked, seeing her frown turn to a smile. Nothing... Just a simple evil devilish plan. She flashed a smile. Tasha was the key.. the key to everything. She knew Tasha knew about everything that was going on in Dexter's Associates. And she also knew, Tasha wouldn't hesitate to tell her about everything. Looking up at her old friend. She sent a wink and Chuckled. Come closer. She mouthed, as their eyes once again locked. T. B. C

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

The disorientation of her situation gnawed at her as she tried to piece together the fragments of her memory. Suddenly, as if responding to her query, the room was bathed in a harsh, blinding light. Blinking against the sudden brightness, Ashley's eyes focused on a chilling tableau before her. Thalia, an enigmatic figure who had become the bane of her existence, stood at the forefront, flanked by her loyal followers and an assortment of sinister-looking individuals. The atmosphere was thick with malice, and every eye in the room was fixated on Ashley, their gazes dripping with malevolence.