How Did Arya Go Blind Novels & Stories

She turned her head slightly to see where he was, but then she ran smack into a tree and landed hard on the snow. Grayson skidded to a stop in front of her. "Are you okay?" She raised her head, but spots formed before her eyes. "Grayson...." Ari felt her upper body being lifted. "Ari?" Grayson yelled into her ear. "I'm not deaf, Grayson," she replied, "but I can't see." Ari could hear skis skid to a stop and then flashes going off, although she could only see just flashes of light, no details.

“Someday, you'll find your inner peace. I'll keep praying that day comes sooner, Son.“ Arthur's last words, however, crushed whatever optimism Dr. Smith tried to employ. “The wounds Stacie inflicted on me runs deeper into my soul. It's chaotic down there. There's no room for peace. It is the Apocalypse for me.“ Walking down the hallway, Arthur knew he was saying goodbye to a chapter of his life. He'd been in Spain since he lost his sight in an accident at the age of 10. It was a catastrophe that threatened to end his life But then, Stacie came around. Though he was blind, she never gave him any reason to feel hopeless. She was the only light in his darkness. She was his guardian angel. She w

Aria "Zane, you weren't born blind." King Kaida said in a tired voice. Aria could see how much he was struggling to continue talking. the slight pain that reflected on his face now and then told her how much having a conversation must have hurt King Kaida. but that didn't take away what he said. His words felt like bombs explored in Aria's ear. She couldn't imagine how Prince Zane felt, he had always known that his blindsight wasn't normal. but he had lived his whole life believing that something was wrong with him because he was born with strange eyes that couldn't see.

Aria’s pov I was on old creaking stairs when I woke up. My eyes fluttered open, and I was immediately assaulted by a searing pain in my head. It felt as if a hundred jackhammers were pounding in unison behind my eyes. I winced and tried to shield myself from the harsh morning light that streamed through a gap in the heavy curtains. The room around me was unfamiliar, a dark-themed, masculine chamber with soft brown silk sheets. I tried remembering how I got here, but my memory was blank.

"Miss Arya, it's me, Amaris." "Holy-" Arya used every strength in her to hold the scream that was about to break out of her lips. What was going on today?! Arya thought as tears welled up her eyes. Why was this happening to her? She didn't do anything wrong yet she had received one shock after another today. Why?! Amaris watched in confusion as Arya's expressions transitioned from delight, confusion, shock and now sadness with a hint of frustration? His brain didn't seem to catch up with this human's thought process.

“Because vision is a distraction. After not having it for so long, it’s loud in its existence. Being blind, I had to focus on all of my other senses, including internally to survive. She’s saying it’s going to be harder to focus like that with having my eye sight back.” Levantus is still a little confused, but has a small idea of what Odessa and Rowena are saying. “I’m sorry, I’ve never been blind, so I have no idea what it’s like. Or what it really means to focus internally. For me, eye sight is essential. Though, it’s part of what makes me feel that she’s the strongest woman I know. Being able to do the things you have while blind… it’s incredible.” Odessa blushed while Rowena nods her hea

The last thing I remember was standing in front of my parents frame and hearing hands bang on the hallway door. “Not.. nothing..” she stutters helplessly as she breaks eye contact with me and bow her head down. I lift her face up aggressively by her jaw. Damn! I said in my head. I have never paid attention to Arya since we got married only for me to realize what beauty she holds. Her bright blue eyes, straight black hair and her full pink lips almost got me distracted for a second there. “you.. You.. are …hurting me!” Her gentle voice barely above a whisper as her attractive pink lips tremble in fear.

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

His eyes caught the light, not silver like Kael’s, but glowing red. And not with joy. With warning. With possession. He said nothing. He only looked at her. A moment passed. Then another. Ariya stepped back, and her fingers reached instinctively toward the hilt of a blade she did not carry. Too late. The torches blew out in a rush of cold air. The howls turned to screams. And everything collapsed into blackness. She jolted upright. For a second, she didn’t know where she was. Her lungs were dragging in air, her skin slick with sweat. Her hands scrambled against the wooden floor, her heart galloping as if she’d just run for miles.

“Are you okay? Let me see! Did I burn you? Is it your eyes? Oh hell, your wolf healing won’t work on that, will it? We need to get you to a hospital!” He slowly lowered his hands, his eyes still tightly shut. He was blinking rapidly, and his face was flushed a furious red. A few droplets of water clung to his lashes. “My eyes…” he groaned, his voice weak. “I can’t… I can’t see straight, Aria. It’s burning.” Panic coiled in my gut. This was bad. Really bad. My heart was thudding so hard I was sure every wolf in the hallway could hear the frantic beat of my guilt.