Book Blinded By The Light Novels & Stories

Just doesn’t sit right with me. “You have to believe me, Lucas. Right now, we’re probably already in danger.” She started looking at the window. “They’ve been watching me for years and they’ve been trying to kill me.” “Kill? They? Who’s they?” “Your uncle’s night creatures. When I found out the truth about your brother, I came back for you. I kept you hidden from them. But it seems the potion is wearing off.” “Wearing off?” I repeated. “That day at the bookshop, you saw me and I saw your aura. You and your brother have the same aura. It scared me when I saw it. Exactly like the devil’s.”

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

She's all grace and beauty, not at all like this wild child. "We were going to have you do a simple job, but you disrespected Mr. Lyon, so don't expect any favors now." He shot a look at Tony, who was chomping on a cigar, and jabbed a needle into my arm. Before I could fully wake up, I was hit by a wave of burning heat. As the drug kicked in and my face turned red-hot, they laughed and left, slamming the door behind them. The room went pitch black. I bit down hard, fighting to keep my wits about me.

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

Soon, the sounds of a zipper being pulled could be heard in the previously silent room. I wasn't actually blind—my cheeks were aflame as I stared at the scene. A weird sensation washed over my entire body. But at that moment, I caught sight of another man walking out from behind the curtains from the corner of my eyes. He was wielding a gun, and the gun barrel was pointed right in the direction of my temple.

I blinked as if it would have focus my vision. Then I saw it— A Blinding light. And it was coming straight at me with a speed I couldn't explain. I squinted, tried to move, but my legs didn’t move. My brain said run, but my body stood still. Like a statue. No thoughts. No pain. Just light. It swallowed me whole. And then— Before I could even react, I was enveloped by darkness.

Yet suddenly, like a beacon of hope to all, a warm yellow light, so strong and bright that one would mistake its presence to be the sun, shined in the midst of the blind chaos of war. It glowed unrelentingly and unforgivingly, chasing the shadows into oblivion and turning gathered demons into dust. And facing the full brunt of the magnificence, in the middle of the short-paused war, was Jonathan. He stumbled on nothing as he hurriedly stepped away from the harsh light, his own bright eyes blinded by the sheer force. His cloak of black and blood red magic swirled around him in a tornado of speed, crackling in the air like tittering birds, to cover him from the assault.

The blonde woman asked furiously. "The light is not coming from me. It is coming from inside the book," Goodness said. Slightly angered, the blonde woman took the light in his hand and put it away. "There you go," the blonde woman said with delight. "The light has been removed. Can you see any light coming from the book again?" "I can't," Goodness replied. "That is because there is none and there never was. I can't believe you actually believe what I said about this book lying here for a century without being read by a single person. Take a look at the top of the book. What does it says?"

Not vampire speed. Not coyote speed. Light speed. The world blurred. I was beside Remy before he hit the ground. Caught him. Lowered him gently. His fur was warm under my fingers, chest rising fast. The king turned. Stone eyes tracked me—impossible. I smiled. “Let’s try that again.” I flung the light blades. They sliced through stone chains like butter. Links exploded into dust. The king roared. Reservoir water boiled. Seras joined—maple fire weaving with my Light, creating solar flares that lit the mist gold.

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*