Darkness Blindness Novels & Stories

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

I had lost a lot of blood. My head started swimming around and I felt light-headed but I willed myself to stay conscious. "Deliciae, please speak clearly. That can't be right. You never mentioned anything about a baby to me." He was terrified and hurt. It was easy to tell. I wanted to comfort him but I couldn't. I looked behind him and saw his mother staring at me and I thought I saw a small smirk on her face but I couldn't be sure. It could have been a trick of the light or something.

"Do you know what I was thinking when I made the plan? I thought I could kill them, but... I also thought it was too easy; I want to make it harder for them little by little until they can't get up again; I want to see how they suffer, how they live in hell, and how they can live in darkness." Sheena chuckled and shook her head. "I've spent my entire life living in darkness; there's no light, and no one can help, so I promised myself that one day I'd come out of the darkness, and my wish has come true." Sheena sipped her drink and smiled. "In her last letter, Mother Esme told me to seek the light of hope, and that's you." She looked at Gaze, who was just listening to her. "You are my light,

He leaned forward and looked at me with concern. "Can you tell me about the nightmares, please?" He asked, and I nodded and looked away, trying to blink the tears that threatened to fall. "Darkness, William, literal darkness. When Dinah told us about the darkness that will be upon us, she was talking about a total blackout. No sunlight." I said, sounding frantic, and he looked at me, confused.

Oh, yeah, I’m fucking back! There have been more and more people on the dancefloor since I stepped foot. Men are now around me, dancing with me. My hips moves intimately. I run my hands on my hair down to my neck while dancing intimately to a man behind me. I felt his warm hand on my waist, caressing it. Our body are so closed. There’s no distance. I just keep on dancing. Not minding the things around me. I’m having fun. I turned around to face the man I’m dancing with. I can’t see his face much because my sight is blurry. I just realize I forgor my lenses. Fuck shit!

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

howled the witch. A thick, cold black mist, filled with total mystical blindness, burst from the ground in the blink of an eye, completely erasing the light of day and blocking all vision across the clearing. I could not see my own hands, and the war cries turned into a confused and terrifying echo amid total darkness. “Lawrence!” I cried out in desperation, stretching my hands into the gloom.

“Yes, but — it’s dark. Why is it so dark? Turn the lights on—” “The lights are on, Dante.” He sat up. Reached out. Found the edge of the bed. “Something’s wrong with my eyes. Something’s wrong — I can’t—” “Dante.” The nurse’s voice was careful and even. “The prisoner you fought with last night — he injected you. The substance he used causes permanent optical nerve damage.” A pause. “You are blind. It is not temporary.” The scream that came out of him filled the prison ward and beyond it — raw and shapeless and nothing like the voice of a man who had once stood at the head of boardroom tables and spoken with absolute authority.

“You gave me your body. Today, you’re going to give me your senses. You’ll learn to see without your eyes. To feel without knowing where the sensation comes from. To lose yourself in the darkness I’m about to create for you.” Fear tastes like metal in my mouth. To be deprived of sight? Delivered to him, in the dark? “Take off the rest,” he orders without turning around. I remove my sweater, my panties, my boots. I stand naked before him again, but this time the vulnerability is magnified. The anticipation of the coming darkness makes every inch of my skin hypersensitive. He turns, the black blindfold in his hand. “On your knees.”

The moment consciousness returned, I knew something was wrong. A suffocating darkness swallowed my vision, thick and absolute, and for one horrifying second I thought I had lost my sight. My chest rose sharply as panic punched through me, but when I tried to blink the darkness away, all I felt was rough fabric scraping against my eyelids. A blindfold. Someone had tightly wrapped a cloth around my eyes, pressing painfully against my temples until sweat began trickling from my forehead down to my cheeks.