Book Blinded By The Light Novels & Stories

Confusion bubbled, anger simmered as I flipped the pages. Such delicious darkness, I think I'll enjoy tearing it from you, piece by fragile piece. Was he...Was he saying the quotes from the book earlier? I snapped my head at him, but he was already looking at me. He was looking at me. This blind man was looking at me. His piercing eyes lit up amused, sinfully crafted lips curved, and I noticed, under the dim light and amidst the panic attack I was about to have. He had a dimple.

Crying is a waste of time at this point. The shaking gets too much and too loud at this point, and I decided to step away. What if it explodes? A bright light erupts in the whole library, and I look away from it with my eyes closed. I don’t want to go blind. Of course I wouldn’t be blind for long, and I’ll heal, but being blind for twenty-four hours in Victor Dragomire’s home is not something I want to happen. A roar makes me open my eyes. When I do, I gasp at what stands before me.

Fluorescent lights flickered above, casting a sickly pallor over the cracked walls. We passed through two steel doors, guarded by men in plain clothes, Adrian’s mercenaries. Each one armed, silent, and watchful. Finally, we entered a dimly lit chamber with a glass partition splitting it in half. And there he was. James. Blindfolded. Hands bound to the chair. His lip split open, his jaw bruised, one side of his face swollen like a grotesque balloon. Blood had dried along his temple, turning his once-pristine shirt into something fit for the gutter.

Blind spots have weight, even when you do not mean them to. Monsters roamed here because I allowed it. She bore the cost, just like that. Out by the window, the city lights blurred through half-closed eyes. A slow step forward brought me to the small table where bottles sat. From it, I lifted one - amber liquid inside - and filled a heavy tumbler nearly to the top. Cold spread across my palm as fingers curled around the sides. Lifting it came next. Then a deep drink, fire trailing down, failing to reach what hurt beneath.

Liana’s POV I burst into Blake’s room. He’s draped in an armchair by the window and doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading—the blue tome with stars on the spine that he took from my chambers. “Please, do come in, little rabbit.” He flicks to the next page. “No need to knock.” “He’s hurt. You need to come. Now.” “What’s wrong with him?” “Wolfsbane.” His expression is unreadable, but he gets up.

My vision blurred red, my claws extending, my fangs sharpening. She stumbled, eyes darting toward the door. But there was nowhere to run. I owned her. “You’re worthless to me,” I whispered. Then— Light exploded from the sky. A silver blaze, so intense it swallowed the sun itself. The entire room darkened, as if night had fallen in the blink of an eye. For a single, breathless moment, the world stood still. Then— The silver light pulsed, flooding the room, illuminating everything in a sharp, celestial glow. It was unlike anything I had ever seen—pure, powerful, undeniable.

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

But it is too late and he can hear them move inside. He tries to ignore the sounds of the wet footsteps approaching him from behind, but it seems to follow him, no matter where. The sound continues to ring inside his ears until the footsteps stop behind him completely. As Blake slowly turns to check behind him, the lights suddenly turn on. In the brightness of the light, he looks to his left. As he lifts his eyes slowly, the first thing that enters his vision is a pair of bloodied feet, standing right beside him. His pupils immediately shrink in fear. Shakily, he looks up and stares at the side profile of the young man’s face, but he is unable to make anything out of it. His dull black hair

Her heart started racing wildly the moment she put the book on her crossed lap, but more of terror than joyfulness. Lennie instantly knew there was something that she should never know hidden inside that book, but she didn’t give it a damn care. “You'd better in this fucking book, Zeno,” she murmured to herself again, and then slowly opened the book. The next moment, all of a sudden, her eyes, her face, her whole body, including her soul were caught by a flash of white light.

CHAPTER 11 "Shee el dou spectre" a light of thin blue lights covered both E.J and the man. As the slashes force made contact with the lights, a force of impact which reverberated boom loudly as smoke of dust covered the scene. As those dust settled down, E.J and the man still standing unharmed. Reid who sees this, looked surprised and shocked. Surprised for the young prince still standing, as if, he was not affected by the sheer force of the slash Reid made. Shocked for, there's a stranger appeared who's nearly infront of Liam. Now, that the smoke of dust gone literally, Reid could see as to why Liam was not harmed. A thin lights of blue encloses Liam and the stranger.