Blindspot Tasha Novels & Stories

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.

The over-pompous Chaos demanded but the celestial spirit didn't have any choice but to succumb to his demand. She was made to serve him. If only the contract was signed between her and Chaos, she could have terminated it a long time ago but the contract to serve him was made between her and the Alpha king. "What's the plan?" "Tell you about it and do we badly need to shapeshift?" Chaos nodded in response. He reminded the blindfold that was tied to his eyes. "Look into my eyes and tell me what you see!" They gazed into his silvery gray eyes that were full of life.

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

“Very mature. Very half-breed.” “Sha,” Raven said, “maybe you should...” “I wasn't talking to you.” Sha stepped closer. Her eyes were on me. “You think just because you saved the Alpha's life, you're untouchable? You're still a nobody, Ashcroft. Still a stray. Still a...” “Still a what?” Tasha's voice cut through the kitchen like a blade. Sha turned really surprised. Tasha was leaning against the counter, her silver braids coiled around her head, her nail file in her hand. She looked bored and she looked dangerous.

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

Alpha Noah. I am Noah, the blind Alpha. I lost my sight years ago during a bloodbath with an opposition pack and that is when I truly became blind. I do not trust anyone or anything. I am in the most vulnerable state of my life and despite being a powerful Alpha, I still lost something precious to me. When I was first attacked by the opposition pack, I lost all my sight. But through the years because of my supernatural making. I can gain little of my vision as I go through rehabilitation.

She knew Thelia was trying to provoke her to twist the knife deeper. She stepped closer to Thelia, her eyes blazing with determination. "You may have been able to manipulate Alpha Richard, but you’ll never have power over me. Asher and I—our bond is stronger than you’ll ever understand. You can stay here; you can play your games, but in the end, it won’t matter. Because you’ll never come between us." Thelia’s eyes flashed with anger, her confident smirk faltering for just a moment. But then she regained her composure, her voice turning icy. "We’ll see about that, won’t we?"

She so wanted the figure of Alpha Harlan Stuward who had always avoided her since the appearance of Alpha Female Sicily Sniders. "You will bear all my pain, Blind!" Rhena continued to talk to herself while scanning the dark wilderness. Her body sensors picked up movement accompanied by anger and resentment, but there was also warmth.

Debby said, licking oxtail gravy from her fingers, "you sure this ain't just puberty mixed with dem spicy beef patties you love?" "I'm serious," Tasha insisted. "I wake up feeling like I actually ran. My legs hurt. My heart's racing. And there's always those eyes." Debby narrowed her gaze. "Red?" "Yeah." Debby stopped walking. "Okay, now that's spooky. Like... demon spooky. Maybe you need deliverance." Tasha sighed. "Thanks for the support." "I'm just saying, you messing around talking to strange white men who know your name and now you dreaming of glowing eyes in the forest. Sounds like the beginning of a N*****x horror movie."

I was trying to decide if I should turn around and leave without saying anything or if I should wait for her in the other room when one of the girls poked her head up from the pile of furs. "Who's that," the redheaded Dhampir purred. "Mmm he looks yummy," the other added, her light eyes hooded with seduction. Tasha rolled to her side and was, thankfully, more clothed than the other girls she was lounging with. She tangled her hand in the Moroi girls hair and ran her nose along her neck before looking over towards me. Once her crystal eyes landed on me she dropped her arm and moved slightly away from her paramour as she started to sit up.