Is Arya Stark Blind Novels & Stories

She startles when she sees Araya. "You," the healer says. Recognition and fear war on her face. "You're the rejected Luna." "I am," Araya confirms. "I need to see Jasper." The healer hesitates. "He's dying. The wounds are too severe. Burns cover most of his body. His eyes..." She trails off, unable to continue. "His eyes what?" Araya presses. "Blind," the healer says quietly. "The fire took his sight. Even if he survives, he'll never see again."

“Probably.” I smirked. “Then maybe she’s doing us all a favor.” He exhaled, something like frustration tightening his shoulders. “This isn’t a joke. The others are talking.” “They always do.” “Not like this. Some are afraid of her.” “Good,” I said simply. That shut him up. Across the field she trained. “She knew we were here,” Beta muttered. “Of course she did.” “She’s blind, and she knew.” I took a step forward, my voice low. “You think blindness makes her weak? You think it makes her less?”

"I'm done with y'all shit. I came here to tell you both that." As if Alaric reads my mind that I'm about to leave, he twists the ground to bring himself in front of me, blocking my path. He tsks a "no". Then with another flicker of his fingers, he brings Alaric in front of me as well. I'll always be amazed by how magical Alaric's blindness make his powers look. The way his eyes are devoid of sight yet filled with...a soft glow. A sprinkle in that endless depth.

Arya's POV My eyes eased open to darkness; my vision was blurry, and it took me a few seconds to adjust to the room. I groan as my head pounds and try to raise my hand to touch it, but they are bound by something. Who could have kidnapped me? I close my eyes and try to connect with my brother, but a mental block prevents me. Whosoever drugged me must have used enough wolfsbane to knock out my Lycan.

All I can inhale now is the smoke coming from it, and I have to clamp my lips hard to stop myself from taking more of it. But it feels like it's too late. I can hear it coming closer and closer and there is no way for me to escape. I just relax, waiting for all of it to happen. I think of all the people I would leave, and how little I contributed to getting justice for Arthur. . . . The creature hisses loudly, then it explodes into darkness. * * * Arya’s POV A scream escapes my mouth and when I open my eyes, I’m back in the hospital room with Arthur still lying back motionless and unresponsive. Except this time Duke Basset is holding me by the waist, helping me up since for some reason, I en

The hallway remained empty, there was no sign of Arya. When he looked up, the resignation on his face made my jaw clench. "Sir, I've been through every camera feed from the past six hours." His voice was apologetic. "She doesn't appear on any of them." "That's impossible." My hands gripped the back of his chair hard enough to make it creak. "She had to pass through somewhere to have left the house.” He bobbed his head in agreement. "She must have known where the blind spots were.”

She had already walked towards the young man who was bathed in blood, Ara could not tell if it was from the young man or from someone else, but she had no right to ask the young man who tried to stand up even though his arm was crippled. Ara crouches down in front of the male lead before she raises her delicate right hand and gently wipes down the blood stains near its dark dragon eyes that prevent the male lead earlier to see a delicate small frame that crouched down in front of him earlier when he heard the noise not far away from him.

And then, ahead of us, a screen flickered to life. It was a huge TV flickered on in the middle of the path like it had always been waiting there. Blue static filled the air, then cleared into a video feed. I froze when I saw who was in the screen. It was Arya. She was tied to a chair, ropes biting into her arms, her face pale and streaked with dirt. She twisted, fighting against the bindings, her eyes wild. “Holy shit,” I breathed. The screen shifted. Another feed. Marcus.

Blood ran down in warm, steady streams. "Stel," I whimpered. "It hurts..." The door slammed shut. I could not see, but my hearing had always been far sharper than most people's. Even through the closed door, their muffled voices carried. Thea spoke through tears. "Her eyes can't be fixed! You can't save her! Your hands have more talent than mine ever will! "Come with me to my mentor. It's not too late, if you just..." Stellan cut her off, his voice shaking. "Thea, she gave me my life. She's blind and she's here. Where am I supposed to go?"

A stupid question she came up with despite a hundred percent sure he's suffering from blood loss on in the gut, and his chest is sliced ten inch in length left slant. "So you're not mute but a blind one," he said mockingly. She couldn't help but be angry and insulted at the same time fearing this man could strangle her in an instant. "What is your problem? You're already dying in pain there and yet you can still be so arrogant?" "Stop talking and help me get out of here." "I don't want to. Who knows what kind of person you are."