Invisible Sight Novels & Stories

A rare moment of peace in my otherwise demanding life. Suddenly, a blinding flash of white light erupted in my mind, jarring me from my tranquil moment. It was a vision, stark and vivid. I suddenly saw a group of strange, unfamiliar figures, their faces hidden in shadows, infiltrating the Red Den. Their movements were swift and calculated, their purpose clear - to break someone out of his strict custody. The vision was fleeting, gone as quickly as it had arrived, leaving me with a gnawing sense of unease.

"Evan's obsessed and dangerous and we don't know what he's capable of now." "I know," I assured him. "But I need to do this. I need to look him in the eye, even if he can't see me looking back." I closed my eyes and focused on that familiar sensation of slipping between the cracks of reality. The world shimmered and blurred and when I opened my eyes again, I was invisible, a ghost in the Parisian evening. The walk to Evan's building took fifteen minutes and I moved carefully through streets that were busy with evening pedestrians and early diners.

Then suddenly, her expression changed. She quickly pulled her hand back, her eyes widening. My heart sank. She had noticed. Was that going to ruin everything? However, to my surprise, she did not pull away in fear. Instead, curiosity flickered in her eyes, and slowly, cautiously, she reached out again.

Anya paused for a while then stood in front of Nate but this time her eyes were filled with coldness “You’re also his alley in all this.” Listening to these words, Nate went pale and sweat beads started to form on his forehead, his reaction made her sure that he definitely knew something while Sebastian and Abhishek also felt suspicious. Anya laughed dryly “I don’t believe this… I really don’t believe this, the legendary Abhishek Raichand, who took Raichand’s Group to new heights was unable to see the true faces of his close ones'' Abhishek looked at her “or as it's said, you care about your relations so much that you turned blind eye to their wrong doings.” her tone was laced with venom

I say curiously. “Easy. I can see you,” she shrugs. My jaw drops in shock. SHE WHAT? She said she was blind! She lied to me?! Irshiusts aren’t meant to be able to lie, what the fu- “Well, not SEE YOU, see you. I’m very much blind, but I have a gift to see auras. I can see the colours that surround people so I can basically see an outline of them. Yours is slightly different though.”

he endured his injury in his stomach and twisted. Kukushi approached him slowly. When he saw Kukushi’s eye, he was stunned “Impossible! He reached the level of his eye technique. His eye called Sharangbi could only see the moves of the enemy but now, he can also see me even though I’m invisible!” Roger said with a tremble to his body. “Tell me! how did you see me?” asked Roger to him. “Do you think that I can only use my eye technique to see the moves of the enemy? Think about it and stare my eyes closely!” He replied to him.

I ended with a chuckle so I could hide how much I was overwhelmed with emotions. "You’re a normal kid, Noah." He pulled me back and kissed my eyes. "How did you lose your sight? If you don’t mind telling me." He questioned, sounding hesitant. I smiled and sat up. "When I was 2, my mother and I were coming back from a grocery shop. I was hit by a car and got head injuries. When I woke up my eye sight was fine but after a week, my sight started to get blurry and then gone, completely. We consulted an ophthalmologist and he said that I can get my sense of sight back but the treatment was too expensive. My father had just left us and my mother was the only person who was earning and it was diffi

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

Every breath was labored, as if my throat were being squeezed and a heavy weight pressed down on my chest. I opened my mouth, trying desperately to suck in more air, but each breath came short and shallow. My vision blurred further, and the streetlights haloed into dancing spots of light in my eyes. My knees gave out, and I collapsed weakly onto the icy ground. The blanket had slid halfway off, and I couldn't muster the energy to pull it back. I was exhausted. My eyelids were too heavy to lift, and my consciousness felt like it was sinking, dragging me down.

The once vibrant green hue of her iris had faded, leaving behind a ghostly pallor. Amani's heart shattered as she stared into the mirror, confronted by the cruel realization that she was now completely blind in that eye. Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, she crumpled to the ground, her body convulsing with grief. The dreadful reflection in the mirror taunted her, a cruel reminder of everything she had lost. She yearned for a glimpse of the person she once was, but all she saw was a fractured soul staring back at her.