Novel & Cerita Is The Stone Hashira Blind

But I regained my composure, as they ran deep into the woods. As we kept marching forward, closely following the warriors' lead, I stole respective glances at Meghan, Kieran, Melinda, and Malik. Malik kept staring off into space, with a stoic expression, on his face. The warriors that were escorting us, might have probably figured out that he is blind, and it might be common knowledge amongst them, because the warrior that stopped the brawl, between Malik and Satoshi, might have spread the news about Malik's disability amongst them. Meghan was visibly exhausted. She was probably fed up with the long walk to the Alpha, but Kieran and Melinda were carried away by the overwhelming sights they w

The concept of rules and community is so strange to them, and I would not let them ruin everything I have spent my entire life building. “We are ready to leave your Highness,” my beta announced, I nodded curtly before I stalked towards the door and I could hear everyone make way for me. Being blind has its own perks and having a fantastic sense of smell to cover for it is one of the things that the moon goddess did for me that I am proud of. I do not have to see my enemies before I take them and it has helped me stay relevant all these years, and I do not plan to stop now. Especially now that I have found my mates and other alphas might think they have found a way to get to me.

She was smelling the different teas and throwing them in. “What’s with the blindfold? Did Kai come back?” I asked. She stopped mid-sniff, freezing up. Hector kicked the back of my knee and it bent but I was leaning enough on the counter not to fall. “No. The sliver keeps her away. Keeps the pack away. Keeps the mate bond away.” Auri dropped another random teabag into the container. “I’m officially blind. It’s okay though. You can get a lot of people to do stuff for you. Or play some fun pranks on them.” She smiled up at us before putting the container next to the stove.

Firezha stood up and opened her wings showing that she's happy and proud as well. After Firezha finally arrived beside Soheila, the ship started moving. "So cute, my baby bluey is sleeping right now." The six birds' used the Liera Stone for their spirit beasts. Liera Stone can able to consume living spirit eggs, but only one. They go this as an award after they had their first mission. "Yes, same. So, Soheila, where are we going?" Hector asked while looking at Soheila. Soheila looked at him. "The Clerk Continent. That continent was the number one in the Outer Realm." Soheila answered.

The crowd fell into breathless silence. The Heartstone pulsed above us, radiant and humming with ancient power. It shimmered, spinning gently in the air, I've only heard of it but never saw one. Everyone knew what came next. The stone would choose the next Alpha. If the chosen was unworthy, the Heartstone would reject them, or destroy them. Two candidates stood present. Rhydan, blood heir to the former Alpha. And Xareth, the conqueror who spilled that blood. I felt a pull. An invisible tug, like a thread wrapped around my heart. I turned, and there, at the edge of the crowd, stood Zevarion.

The Spirit sighed, "The Heartstone, while powerful, is neutral. It amplifies what it's connected to. If there's even a sliver of doubt, fear, or darkness within, it can magnify it." Seraphina, her voice quivering, asked, "Are you saying that deep down, I could become... that?" The Spirit approached her, "Every soul has shadows, but they also have light. The Heartstone showed a possibility, not a certainty. Your journey, your bond, and your love for Meranthia will guide your path. Trust in that."

Am I hallucinating? It turns out, I wasn't hallucinating; because the next thing I knew, I felt someone fall into my arms—their body being so warm that it radiated through my clothes. I looked at the woman in my hands and frowned when I saw that she was only in a towel. I was even more surprised to know that this girl in my arms is none other than the blind omega. She lifted her head, and I felt my breath get knocked out of my chest. Fuck. She's not wearing a cloak, and her face was on full-display.

assistant"> Ghostsmiths and Demon Suppression Officers were both non-combat professions to begin with. So Mili’s absence created the most difficult scenario possible, and naturally, Yanshasa and I drew a great deal of attention. I put on a pair of white gloves and took out the remaining silver starstone from forging the longsword. Yanshasa, wearing thin-framed glasses with a delicate gold chain draped over her shoulders, looked nothing like her usual self. With her black-gloved hand, she held a metal case of test tubes; with her white-gloved hand, she took out a vial of golden solution and poured it over the silver starstone. The liquid vaporized the moment it touched the stone and slowly ro

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

I could hear Damon moving to stand behind me, close enough to support but wise enough not to interfere. “You’re right,” I said, voice low. “I can’t see. I’ll never see again. But that hasn’t stopped me from ripping out more throats than any of you ever dared to face.” “Kaliah—” “Let me finish,” I snapped, turning toward the voice. “You think blindness is weakness. I think hiding behind meetings and whispers is.” “You’re not invincible,” one elder barked. “You can’t expect us to follow someone who could be struck down at any time.”