Grain Wagon Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

Tell Serena to teach you how to detect your boyfriend’s gas-guzzling, environment-killing vehicle. ‘Ha ha, funny. What do you want him to ride? A horse and buggy?’ ‘He can always run as a wolf and walk naked to the station.’ ‘And give those thirsty women in town something to stare at. Nuh-uh. He’s only mine to look at.’ The wolf chuffed and disappeared into the bushes. Bree heard the scrunch of the tires as Grayson parked his truck near the front porch. She did not smell any of the scents Bran described, but instead, she heard things clearer. Did it mean her hearing was enhanced?

“I’m not sure exactly how long it took, but I eventually stumbled across a cabin. I could tell I was near some sort of building and person because of the smells. I was weak, maybe dying because I hadn’t been able to do much for myself. I know I collapsed and when I awoke, I was on a bed. Any wounds I had were cleaned and bandaged, I could smell and feel ointments on my skin. I didn’t feel as much pain because I’d been given medicine. Her voice reached me, an older woman. Turns out, I’d found my way to a witch’s cottage in the middle of the forest. After my experience with the other witch, it took me a while to be able to relax. She didn’t flinch or stop helping when I’d growl, she never trie

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 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭 The heavy hydraulic ramp of the gunship groaned as it hissed shut, cutting off the view of the dark valley and locking Lucian Blackwood inside the dim, red-lit belly of the cargo hold. He sat exactly where Maya had ordered him with his back pressed against the cold metal bulkhead, listening to the muffled, distant shouting of Valen’s perimeter guards as they secured the captured northern trucks outside.

“But that doesn’t mean I’ve lost every way of recognizing something.” Nora lowered her head sadly. “I still have my other senses. I can recognize things I already know from their shape, texture, position, and even from my memory of those things.” She paused for a moment. “So if you see me holding a file like this and I know which file I’m holding, that doesn’t mean I can see what’s inside the file.” Nora then raised her face toward Javier. “I’m only blind, but I still have my other senses. So I can still use other parts of my body to recognize and understand things.” Her gaze remained calm even though her heart was beating faster. “Do you doubt me?”

Harkin shifted and dressed, coming toward us with a frown on his face. "We have ten miles to travel and won't make it there by morning. I think I should run back and get your truck Alpha," he suggested firmly. Grayson narrowed his eyes and looked pained. "I don't even know if it's still there. It could have been destroyed during the explosion," he replied. Harkin said we could camp at the spot we were at and he'd go check. "Alright, be safe old friend," Grayson growled and Harkin chuckled before stripping and shifting to his gray wolf. We all watched him race back the way we had walked.

That made them predictable. I waited until the wind shifted, then moved through the trees like a shadow, careful not to break a single twig. I could hear the occasional distant conversation, pick up on the scent markers that ringed the heart of their territory. When I finally spotted the caravan of wagons—three of them, packed and covered—I knew I was close. The embalming fluids had to be in there.

Blaze's POV I peeled off from the convoy without making a sound. Damon had given me the signal, and I knew what to do. The dark vehicle stayed just far enough ahead that I could follow without being spotted. My bike stayed quiet on the back roads as I kept my distance. I wasn’t heading back to Vance’s main hideout like I half expected. Instead, the car turned down a long dirt path toward an old abandoned warehouse on the edge of neutral ground.

Feel absolutely disgusted by it. Before, Hunter used to be careful, meticulous, even—he must have been. I don’t know how he managed it, how he kept everything so clean, so untraceable that I never once questioned him. But he must have paid attention to the smallest things… the kind most people wouldn’t even think twice about. But I’m not most people. I’m blind. And somehow, that works in my favor. My other senses have sharpened—maybe out of necessity, maybe out of habit. Either way, I rely on them now in a way I never did before.

The iron window shield slides down, revealing David Duskbane's dark, chiseled face. "Vin? Why are your wheels spinning in this sector?" Harvey shouts in total astonishment, halting right next to my shoulder. David lets out a rough cough, his golden eyes sweeping across my denim trousers before locking onto Harvey. "My wagon was coincidentally crossing the trade tracks. My brain decided to collect your body for the interrogation." "My own war-wagon is parked in the lower yard, David," Harvey argues, shaking his head. "Drive your wheels ahead. My claws must guide Master Sterling to the trading square first, then my boots will breach the lodge gates."