Book Blinded By The Light Novels & Stories

I curled into myself on my side of bed, my fingers fluttering over my stomach. After the dark, comes the light. Fabiano could do anything he wanted but I wouldn’t let him snatch my light away this time. I won’t let him spread his darkness in my light. After the dark, comes the light. ***

He felt this from the start, Justin's words were only confirming my suspicion. “What did you see?” I neared him. “When she picked up one of the ancient books of history, I thought I saw a light shine through her palms. I thought I was imagining it but even after I blinked, I saw it. That was why I left her alone there, so I could clear my head. I'm sorry, alpha.” “The deed is done. Stop apologizing.” I told Justin, “You saw light?” “Yes. Light. It was blinking in her palms.” He nodded.

She hummed as she squeezed my shoulder as hard as she could before letting her hand fall. Her grip might have been weak, but it felt like it was the weight of the world. Resisting the urge to reach out for the spot she held on to, I looked up at her only to realized that her eyes were pale. Not pale in the way my eyes are. While my eyes are frost blue pale, hers are fully pale and cloudy. I realized that the old woman is blind. Turning my eyes back to Prince Victor, I realized that he was watching me. "So, what book would you like?" He asked me.

The blade blazed. Light exploded from the dagger—pale blue, bright as a star, brighter than the sun. The light poured into the shadow, filling its cracks, burning away the darkness that held it together. The shadow screamed—a sound that shook the walls, that cracked the bones, that made my ears bleed.

Blake wandered about in a dark room. He could barely make out anything as his legs marched forward into the darkness. He saw a very bright light from a distance and the light seemed to unto calling onto him. Without thinking twice, he ran as fast ad he could to the light. As he sauntered closer into to the light, it became awfully bright and blinding. He batted his full eyelashes several times so his eyes could get used to the light. Further into the light, there were two roads. One was very narrow and the other was wide. A man on black robe was standing on the wide road with his back facing Blake.

And there he was. Blind Eye sat in his customized wheelchair near the edge of the balcony, overlooking the city. A silver suitcase sat open on his lap, the glow of credit chips illuminating his chin. In his hand, he held a crystal glass of amber liquid—vintage whiskey, likely older than Jack himself. He was humming a tune. A soft, off-key melody. "Three minutes to extraction," Blind Eye murmured to himself, tapping his sensor visor. "Life is good." "Is it?"

Noticing my frown she removes her hand from my arm , I hold in a growl at the sudden empty feeling at the loss of contact . “ Why would someone have to sneak you books ?” . She looks down, dropping my gaze . “ Mrs Lightly wouldn't allow us anything like that . Travis, the elder of her sons, burnt them if they found them .” She says with a shrug , still refusing to look me in the eye .

Her eyes looked at the writing in red ink in the book. “It’s... old Latin letters?” A dazzling white light came out of the book. Tiara protects her eyes with her own right hand. Her tiny body seems to pull into the book. “What the hell?!” The light was slowly dimming. That thick book closed. The strong winds just disappeared. Silent. The girl wasn’t in her chair. Her body disappeared along with the light that left the breezy night that flew the white curtain slowly. 🌷🌷

Her lips brushed the spot, her fangs poised, her heart thundering with the ecstasy of victory. And then... The room erupted in blinding light. It poured through the walls and windows, a searing, silver brilliance that swallowed every shadow. Blair cried out, jerking back, shielding her eyes. The air vibrated, alive with raw power that surged in waves strong enough to rattle the floor beneath them. Silas’s glazed eyes widened, a spark of recognition flickering through the haze. The light condensed into a figure, familiar, untouchable, burning with divine fury.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!