Blink Man Novels & Stories

No eyes, no nose, no mouth. Just a smooth surface. * "The girl has rejected the story " the Blank Man said. He held up a hand. A glowing red "Delete" sign appeared in the air. "The test is over. Erase the area." "No!" Maya jumped at him. Her hands passed through him like he was made of smoke. * The Blank Man pointed at Benson. "The second character is not needed. Start with him." Benson screamed as his legs began to turn into ink. He reached out for Maya.

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

His long curly blonde hair pulled back from his face into a ponytail behind him, his bright purple eyes stealing the show. He's well built and tall, so very tall. I watch as he moves but does not walk, he presses his hands together in front of him, and a massive beam of light pulsates through his palm and towards Damian. It's much like a lightning bolt, crackling as it leaves his body. I want to marvel, to tell him how cool that looks, but I can't because the darkness shrouds my vision, drowning me in uncertainty as unconsciousness beckons me.

Sean reacted quickly, but his eyes were still slashed. "Argh!" He yelled in pain as blood gushed from his handsome face. Vivian was about to stab me next, but Michael pinned her to the ground. I called the police and the ambulance. Sean was taken to the hospital. His eyes were severely injured, but he sought treatment in time, so there was hope for him to regain his sight. As for when he could regain his sight—it would all depend on my previous medical publication.

A blinking red light on top. 3... 2... 1…. Everything went white.

A bridge was ahead. Now approaching the bridge toward the other side of the city, he looked back through the mirror again. City lights got smaller. It meant he was getting far. In contrast, the headlights of the tinted car became larger and clearer. It meant his pursuers were getting nearer. So, he stepped on the accelerator to the ground.

Annaliese looks up at him and furrows her eyebrows. Then something transparent falls off around the house, like a blanket. She opens her eyes wide in shock. They step forward and Kieran continues talking. "Darkness and Light". "One can not exist without the other". Another transparent blanket falls and Annaliese feels the ground underneath her feet get cold. Then they step forward again. "Open Sesame". "For we are welcome here". The house leans backwards like It's straightening itself and the third blanket falls off. Annaliese sees people walking about.

Following his gaze, his brother turns to look behind. I had to admit, both of the Hunter men shared a striking gene pool. He was wearing a grey t-shirt paired with black jeans. Blaze’s brother was the actual replica of him except he had golden-brown eyes instead of Egyptian blues like his elder brother. Shock contours his features as he takes me in. Blaze rises from his position on the couch and saunters towards me in long steps. Upon reaching me, he snakes his left arm around my waist in a possessive gesture, and the next few words he utters leave me breathless.

“Trust me.” That word— Trust— hung between them like a blade suspended mid-fall. Kael hesitated. Then nodded. “Fine.” The creature surged forward. Rowan moved. Not toward it. Sideways. Controlled. Measured. He slammed his blade into the ground. A pulse of blue light erupted from the impact point, spreading across the stone in a geometric pattern. Symbols flared into existence—ancient, structured, precise. The floor fractured along predetermined lines, revealing a containment lattice beneath.

>POV: BLAKE Thе light rеvеаlѕ mе tо Nеоn fіrѕt. Thе bоunсеr аt her side ѕееѕ mе next. He widens his ѕtаnсе аnd turns tо Nеоn, waiting for fоr hеr dіrесtіоn.