Blurryface Won Novels & Stories

he yelled louder that I couldn't help but shiver. "She's blind," someone let out in the crowd. I could feel my legs go weak. "Are you blind?" he asked, but I kept mute. "Don't let me repeat myself, are you blind?" he yelled in frustration. "Yes," I said with a teary and shaky voice. "A blind Mate," he yelled out for everyone to hear.

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

A face. Blurry. Very blurry. But definitely there. My breath caught. I blinked again and again, unable to trust it. Was it the pain messing with me? Was my brain just filling in shadows? But no. There she was. Amelia. The faint, misty outline of her face.

The blurry faced figure turned around and stretched out its hand intending to snatch the smoke however something unexpected happened. A hand quickly came out of the smoke and stabbed through the chest of the blurry face humanoid as another figure emerged from the smoke, however unlike the first one his face was not blurred. He had a handsome face, dark skinned with large deep golden eyes that had red at the edge of the pupil. His nails were extended, pointy and painted black. They looked hard with lines like the bark of a tree. With his hand still in the chest of the first being he tilted his head to look at Anderson who was standing outside the circle with a smile. “Hello Mr. Anderson, I’ll

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.”

He beat me to a pulp, unleashing a flurry of blows, leaving me battered and bruised. I was once a beautiful and majestic wolf, with a face as striking as the moon, but with each hit, my once beautiful face became disfigured; a distorted canvas of swelling and cuts, and I was caught off guard, unable to defend myself, as his fists brutally connected with my once-beautiful face. My face was a distorted mess, disfigured beyond recognition, blood spilled from my mouth as I clenched my jaw, feeling for the couple of missing teeth that used to be there. Thank goodness that the moon goddess herself came to my aid, I could have been in the afterlife, left wondering what would have been, if things ha

A slight smile slowly formed on his face. "Worth a shot though." Zia snickered as she just listened in on them. "Okay next," Gray continued. "Do you know my full name?" He blinked once. "Do you know I'm a freelance makeup artist?" He blinked once. "Do you know I'm your coolest friend?" He blinked a lot of times rapidly. "I see your kindness got knocked out of your brain," she scoffed, pretending to look upset. He blinked twice.

I didn't like the way he called my sister Alicia Scarface, in reference to the scar that marked her face. “Wait, did you say one of them has a scar on her face? You sure it isn't Alicia?" Eric had asked. “Who is Alicia? Anyway the Scarface said her name was Joyce Donaldson. Could be she lied." Brice said. My heart was now thumping dangerously. “I need to talk to you alone Brice. Can Andrew wait outside?" Eric had demanded and I walked out of the radio room. I wasn't gone far when I heard the next instructions.

Put her cell phone in his hand and show him how to get everyone on the screen and which button to press. "I hope it's all right," said the old lady when he handed the cell back. "I'm not very good at things like that." And he is right. Only Isabella and I are properly in the picture. Gregory's face is blurry - he looked away just as the picture was taken. We never took a second photo.

From here on out, I was going to start living for myself. “As you all have witnessed, Brooklyn Blakley has defeated Chasity Summers. It was a fair fight and you all voted for her to be able to continue. Is everyone satisfied with her being your Luna, or do we have anyone else that would like to challenge her?” Tate spoke up, his voice booming over the crowd. Murmurs fell over everyone as they talked amongst themselves. It was hard to hear what everyone was saying as so many voices speaking at once. There was one thing I heard that stood out though.