Blink Marvel Comics Novels & Stories

Then her gaze was on Dynasty sitting next to this goddess; she felt slightly inferior. She stood beside Chive in front of the desk, and without opening his eyes, Blake spoke with arrogance. “Please have a seat.” When they both sat in the leather seats did, Blake open his eyes. Sharon then could have sworn she saw golden lightning escape. Blake had been meditating before they arrived, causing the phenomenon to occur. “Benefactor.” Chive began. Sharon looked in Chive’s direction, and it would have seemed that more information was left out of Drake’s findings.

But I regained my composure, as they ran deep into the woods. As we kept marching forward, closely following the warriors' lead, I stole respective glances at Meghan, Kieran, Melinda, and Malik. Malik kept staring off into space, with a stoic expression, on his face. The warriors that were escorting us, might have probably figured out that he is blind, and it might be common knowledge amongst them, because the warrior that stopped the brawl, between Malik and Satoshi, might have spread the news about Malik's disability amongst them. Meghan was visibly exhausted. She was probably fed up with the long walk to the Alpha, but Kieran and Melinda were carried away by the overwhelming sights they w

he smirked. Blake's POV Her lips curved upward into a smile bright enough to blind me, she probably caught on to what I was suggesting. She gasped, still smiling from ear to ear, "Blake Wilson, are you saying what I think you're saying." I returned her smile with one just as bright but it's not as if I could help it, her smile was contagious like that, "Depends, what do you think I'm saying?"

Saphira did the best she could to explain what it was like being blind. One day, Xavier had a pretty rough conversation over the phone with one of the pack leaders. He growled and rubbed his face. “Xavier? Are you okay?” Saphira softly asked as she walked into their shared office. Xavier sighed before saying or doing anything. “No. Varian, the leader of the Misty Haven Pack, is threatening Orion, Lyra, Darian, and Diana. A few others have as well. I fear there’s going to be a war between the packs.” Xavier explained with a frustrated growl.

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

She reached for a tag on a delicate lace brasserie, her brows drawing together as she turned it over. Hawthorne Fashion. Of course. She thought. Her lips twisted wryly as she searched for the price and promptly dropped the brasserie as if it burned her. "Jesus," she muttered. The price was a joke. And she had a bra joke. A really bad joke. She had no one to share it with, though, so she chuckled dryly to herself and moved on.

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.

Eleanor's POV On the fifth anniversary of my marking ceremony with Alpha Gabriel Blackhound, I was blinded by a blast of high-concentration silver dust sprayed from the jewelry box in my hands. Gabriel then dismantled the entire jewelry store in retaliation for my sake, howling in anger and vowing to uncover the mastermind to avenge me. From then on, he acted as my personal guide wherever I went, even letting me rest in his lap while he was handling pack affairs at meetings, so much so that the entire pack often praised him for his loyalty and devotion to his mate.

Barbie tensed when she heard a hurried footsteps from behind. "Don't electrocute me if you want to be healed," the voice of Blaise warned. Barbie rolled her eyes at her friend before she sat on the ground, letting him come near her. He positioned beside her, his hands hovering over her side and his palms down. White light began to swirl around his hands and into hee injured right side. "You're too reckless," he murmured, eyeing her warily. Barbie glared at Blaise. "If I was not injured you will absolutely taste the wrath of a Lightning Kryst."

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .