Blink Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

His piercing gaze bore into mine, as if he could see right through me. In that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder—was Ethan truly blind? Everyone said he was partially blind, unable to recognize faces, but it felt like he could see everything. His eyes were striking, almost glowing. And contrary to the rumors, he wasn’t old. No, Ethan was a man in his prime—a powerful wolf at the peak of his dominance. “Unfortunately for you, you won’t be Mrs. Darnell for much longer,” he said coldly. “A shameless woman like you doesn’t deserve to be here.”

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

His obsession with revenge made him blind to everything else. He talked to Shieena the next day. After he told her of his decision, the little goblin hugged him tightly and refused to let him go. As her tears washed over them, Nio felt a part of himself he hadn't felt in years. A small part of his darkness gave way to something precious and bright.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”

They were relentless and soulless. I turned to protect one of the younger warriors when the world tilted. A blast of dark energy slammed into my side, sending me crashing into a wall of stone. The impact cracked the air from my lungs, and I yelped in pain, the world flashing white for an instant. I staggered up, but before I could regain balance, a hand grabbed my fur and threw me backward. When I looked up, I saw him. Bram stepped through the smoke, calm, almost composed, his ice-blue eyes gleaming in the ruin’s firelight. His lips twisted into something between pity and mockery.

** At the center stands a mausoleum, its doors carved with the spiral-and-thorns. Lira limps behind us, her beauty ruined. "Fools. This is its *sanctum*." The doors open. Inside, the Bloom's true form waits-a fetus of light and thorn, suspended in amniotic static. ***YOU SHOULDN'T BE HERE***, it whispers. Ravel aims her crossbow. "Yeah? Neither should you." --- **The Last Bloom** The fight is a blur. Lira turns on the Bloom, her scales becoming blades. Ravel's bolts shatter its cradle. I claw at the fetus, static tearing my hands to bone.

But with that personality, I bet his not gonna do that. Then I looked at the ring he gave me. Its diamond stone is shining.I wonder how much this is? He want me to wear this? He must be so crazy. Of all the other girls out there, he really did chose me huh? But I still can’t believe that his a mafia. Damn! I know this is trouble. His dangerous. What have I done. Know I know what people mean when they say that not all jokes are worth to say aloud.

"My exit. The conversation is over. For now." Before Jay could move, the figure stepped backwards into the open hatch and was gone. Jay rushed to the edge. Below, a sleek, submersible pod—a private, undetectable craft—was sliding into the foaming water and vanishing beneath the waves. He stood in the empty lighthouse, the gale screaming around him. He felt no fury. He felt… intrigued. Humbled, in a way. The contessa had given him his past. The Librarian was giving him his future: an eternal, worthy adversary.