Finn Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

Venus could no longer smell the scent of his mate as the whole pack was sprayed with masking spray, Crystal Waters warriors were hit with the spray too making it almost impossible to track them. It was weird to know his host knew nothing of sight as he was blind, and still could not see through Venus' mind. Only Venus was granted with sight when in control, however even in the mind from Grayson was not able to see most of the battle, however, the hearing of the battle was as clear as water.

Finn’s lips curled up into a small smile and the next thing I knew he broke free of the binds on his hand like it was paper and stabbed his half shifted hand into the wolf’s throat that was about to attack me from behind. I gasped as the wolf howled its last breath and its blood rained down on my head. As it happened the attention of all the other wolves focused on me. At the same time Ronan's wolf froze at seeing Finn almost hovering above me. “Do you really have to sound so romantic?” Finn ripped off his blindfold and smiled down at me as his shadow fell on me, his eyes completely white, “...when I can’t see you.” My heart dropped in my stomach. Finn had become blind.

Finrir's hand acted as a visor, allowing him to gaze around at the awe-inspiring sight before them. Tritan couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions seeing Finrir react to the dazzling light. His admiration for Finrir's resilience grew even stronger as he observed his determination to overcome the temporary blindness caused by the intense brightness. Tritan's own appreciation for the simulated sun and the thriving environment filled with rows of magnificent Pinna nobilis and living coral reefs was magnified through Finrir's reaction.

The golden light seemed to crush the entire void, and even the sky trembled. As the group neared the ominous mountain peak, they saw waves of power pulsating from its summit. None had expected the mountain to shake with such terrifying intensity. Finnian smirked. "It's time to strike it rich, isn't it?" Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of golden light and shot toward the peak. Nearby, Andy fumed. "You old scoundrel! We came here together, and now you're pulling this stunt? Shameless!"

"Your piddler's shaping up into a proper beast out there, Nora. Looks like we're heading for a blindie." He pulls off his balaclava, revealing his short brown hair, flecked with grey, which is now flattened at the crown. He gives it a quick ruffle, taming some of the unruly tufts. I stiffen at the word. Blindie. A zero-visibility whiteout so volatile, it would render leaving the outpost an impossibility for hours, if not days. Outposts saw a handful each year, but I hadn't expected to run straight into one on my first expedition.

It was difficult for them to move now, fortunately they weren't in the cold. Adir turned his gaze forward and the irons were clearly visible in his eyes. After seeing the front, Adir looked down at the horse's feet. The horror in Adir's thing made him gulp because it was too far between them from top to bottom which was lush with dense forest trees. Adir looked back, however, there was nothing to use as a foothold to help them find a way out and Adir looked up. By concentrating Mana in his eyes,vision Adir's became sharper. The fog and snow could not be seen by ordinary people they could only see the blizzard that blocked their view.

Using a gentle and tender tone, she called out to Finn. "Finn, have you fallen asleep?" Of course, Finn hadn't fallen asleep yet. He pursed his lips and replied with a hoarse, deep voice in the quiet night, which was even more enchanting. Annie hesitated, gathered her courage, and added, "Would you like to watch a horror movie? After all, we're both still awake, so let's consider it as a way of entertainment." Finn made a slight "Mmm" and turned to sit up, and Annie followed suit. She enthusiastically turned on the light, took her laptop, and started searching for recent popular horror films. But then she remembered an issue: Finn was blind!

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.

The massive explosion swallowed the entire car in an instant as thick smoke billowed straight into the sky. Screams of panic erupted from the crowd. I stood in the stands, watching as the blazing fire devoured everything. The flickering flames reflected in my eyes. I thought to myself, "You've won the bet, Evelyn. Now, you don't need to pretend to be blind anymore." … Third-Person POV When Evelyn woke up, she was in a hospital ward. She forced her eyes open, only to be met with a stark white ceiling.

While they ate, Diana couldn't help but stare at the blind prince who was sitting opposite her. "Why hasn't he said anything about the killer?" She murmured unknown to her that Damon was hearing everything she said. Diana was taken aback by the prince's sudden gaze. His silver eyes were piercing and seemed to look right through her. She felt as if he could see her soul, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable. She quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze.