Blink Man Novels & Stories

*Bam* Mane hurriedly crossed his arms in a guarded posture to block the heavy fist of the clone that was supposed to be a few meters away. “How did it get here so quickly?” Mane wondered. His thoughts were forcefully halted when the original Ray also sent a punch his way. “Splintering Fist” *Bang*

Iron Palm's physique had the appearance of a bronze statue that had come to life and was about to punch Dray. His palms shot out towards Dray as he sprinted through the air, leaving a trail of bronze colour in his wake. Swoosh! Dray's form shifted as he utilized blink. He performed Blink flawlessly, his body teleporting across the arena, disappearing from one location and reappearing in another. Nobody even caught a glimpse of his shadow. The bronze palm missed and landed in the air, creating a shockwave of its own. When this shockwave impacted the barrier, it almost began to tremble.

Blanche blink a few times and took another step back, Hent doesn’t have a hair, or nails or teeth, and her ears were completely deformed to fit all the wires attached to her, and as Blanche looked over her, she noticed a single black wire that’s different from the others, it’s a centimeter thick than the other, it’s hard to notice it but Blanche was quick to know that that’s a wire for her power source, they replaced the button on her back and put a wire instead, now she just need to find the end of the wire and choose what computer bears her shut down button. “Blanche, we’re running out of time.” Rat grasped her arm and forced her to face him, the stern looked on his face made Blanche hold

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

His face grim, Colin snorted, "Where did you find this actor? His acting skills are pretty convincing. But no, this won't work. You abused Joyce's cat. We were just gonna let it slide if you apologized to her, but you're too stubborn. Get over here, or you'll never get a glance from me again." At such a point, he was still trying to frame me. I glared at him and looked at my bloody hands from his stomps. I had a knack for painting. With Lauren's support, I never gave up. Once, I beat another girl in a competition, and she came after me. Colin stepped in like a fierce protector. Now he was the one hurting me most. I looked away, refusing to move. His patience wearing thin, he growled, "Come o

Months bled into months until the madness finally fucking won. Elle’s ghost squatted in every corner of my skull, smiling sideways, blood on her teeth, that profile... I was one bad night from swallowing a bullet just to shut the bitch up. Light. Fire. Distraction. Every room Rafael Goldman breathes in has to burn or glow. If it doesn’t, I flick the French lighter Heavy Dupont, gold worn soft by my thumb. Every click of it, for my sanity. and watch the flame eat the dark.

The camera man was insistent as he tried to scurry backwards away from the body. Cilyna, having a flashback from her little excursion in the woods with Kaynon, cautiously walking over to the man trying to hide behind his camera. She looked down, and sure enough, the eye blinked. The pupil growing bigger then smaller to reveal a red iris. The mouth twitched into a grotesque grin to reveal what she knew was hidden behind those lips, fangs. She looked at the rest of the body as screams echoed from each side of the street. It was trying to pull it's self back together. The camera man fainted. "What the hell is this!" The Chief's deep voice had a tinge of panic ringing in it.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Leo punches a wooden canvas painting on the wall and its pieces gravitate on the floor. There goes the sleepless nights. He paces around the office knocking down piles of papers with designs depicted on them. Smacking down fashion portraits from their places like the rage will disappear. I lost everything. Blood leaks from the diagonal cut he sustained on his right palm. I, Leonardo Sal, lost? There is no way. His blood at a boil and the fire in his eyes creates temporary blindness.Has he completely lost his mind?

hell? There is white light all around her body and she is practically basking in it. The light is shimmering and I see it slowly spreading in the air. "Guys?! Come here, like right now." I shout and they are by me in a second. They gasp and inhale. "What the-" Vlad says. "Hell." Damien says. Damien takes a step ahead and black vines come out of nowhere and take a hold of his feet as soon as the light touches him.