Born Blind Novels & Stories

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

And for once, the room didn’t revolve around her. It revolved around the quiet power of a blind man who didn’t need to see to silence an entire crowd.

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.

But the baby isn’t the only thing he has been concerned about. He has been worried about me, too. My eyes, mostly. Yes, I must rely on my senses to move through the world, for I cannot see. I was not born blind—my darkness came from an accident seven years ago. In that moment, I was trying to protect my husband, and the injuries I suffered took my sight from me.

SABRINA SANTIAGO I can't count the amount of times my eyes have blinked out tears. Being thrown and banished from a place you call your home is the most painful thing anybody should experience. My eyes were burning from the sunlight and I couldn’t detect exactly where I was. I can’t even tell if I knew where I was going or where I presently stood. I felt dizzy. I felt that I needed to live and reunite with my family again. My feet hurt badly and I presently regret being blind. Yes, Alpha was right.

"It must have been hard for you, do you wanna talk about it?" "No", his quick reply made Annaliese flinch. They continue walking through the woods and Annaliese inhales the air making her sigh loudly. "What is it?", Kieran asks her worriedly. "Nothing, i just love the smell of the woods. "It's a pretty sight too". "I guess". "If you're blind, how do you see things?", he finally asks her. "Well It's a bit complicated". "I can't see with my own eyes, everything is just blank but i can see a bit through Cresent's eyes".

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

the doctor asked, looking through the papers. "Her mother was born blind!" Emaline, who was beside me, answered nervously. I swallowed hard, my hands cold with sweat, and I couldn't stop trembling. Eloise and Emaline came closer, holding my hands in an attempt to calm me, but it was almost impossible. I could hear voices around me but couldn't identify where they were coming from. Everything in front of me was a big black blur. Why did the Moon Goddess allow me to return blind? I wondered, desperate. What did I do to deserve this punishment?

I ignored them, using my senses and hands to feel the doors, opened them, and walked forward to find a seat in the row. I wondered if Marilynn was somewhere in here. What a pair we were. Me—blind. Her—voiceless, thanks to Lucan. We were broken in opposite ways. Two girls carrying the consequences of powerful, ancient magic. Mine was a curse, but hers wasn't. It was her sharp mouth that led her to her misfortune. I took a slow breath and lifted my chin. ‘Juno, even though you are blind, you are better than most of them.’ My wolf’s voice splintered in my head a moment after I had calmed down and thought of her.

Because they are not real beings, they possess no auras, so I can only rely on sound when fighting them, which right now is fine by me. A handful of times in my life I was granted the chance to see what everyone else could. My mother allowed me to know my sister’s faces and makkares have helped me to see a couple of times when I was curious about what the sun or moon looked like. But outside of those times, I am happy to be blind. I don’t miss having sight, because how can I miss something I never had? This is who I am, and while it means I live a little differently from others it doesn’t mean I have less quality of life than everyone else. Even without my gift of sensing truth and lies, I c