Novel & Cerita Medusa X Blind Woman

I saw the tension in his jaw as his eyes darkened. That's his look that I love; he's like a bomb that, with just a few flips, will explode on its own. "Jairon." The woman who came out after him attracted attention. My eyes automatically went to her when she hooked Dela Merced's arm. She's tall, sexy, has a hooded eye, full lips, fair skin, and many more things to mention. "You didn't wait for me." Jairon did not answer; instead, he kept his sharp gaze on him, causing the attention of the woman wrapped around him to go to me as well.

They wanted to get a good look at me, I presumed since the darkness of the night was already clothing the cloud. “I agree, young man. You both are a perfect match made by the goddess herself. A match that will go through hell to be together.” The older werewolf woman announced and that was when I realized that she was blind. Her pupil rolled unnaturally when she spoke and my breath hitched. Could she be a seer? Meeting them was rare and getting a message from them was even rarer. “She is a seer, Amanisa… we have to get away from her if we don't want her to reveal all we are hiding…”

His vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping in. But nothing could save him. Not from ‘this’. The man holding him didn’t even look strained. He just stood there, arm extended, like Mark weighed nothing. “Please,” Mark tried to say. It came out as a choked wheeze. The man’s eyes were wrong. Too pale. Too cold. And when the light hit them just right, they glowed green. And as Mireya stared harder, she saw it: the terrifying length of fangs coming out slightly when he exhaled.

"And… unknowingly, he told me one of his plans. When I found out Nyx was his mate, I got jealous. So I… I… I sent Kael’s brother to go and rape her. During the act, I was supposed to call Kael to catch them in the middle of it—not expecting things to go that far. But Nyx ended up killing him." She paused, trembling. "Kale was truly my mate, but I never loved him. I tricked him into doing it." "Is this the cure to her blindness we asked you for?" I snarled, my voice rising in anger. "As that didn’t work… I went to a witch I knew. She gave me something to add to Nyx’s food that would blind her, but no one would suspect it came from the food." I slapped her again, harder this time. "Is this the

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.

What the hell was going on? My Landon? It couldn't be… “Do you think she'll find out?” The woman asked. “She's too trusting, and she loves me. Even if she finds out, she has nowhere to go. She's blind. I own her.” Landon's voice was sure, almost amused like he was telling a joke. I was the joke. The words hit me like a slap. Blind….. He said it so casually as if the fact that I could not see made me an object. Something to own and control.

"Get to the release valve!" ​The fight was a nightmare of mirrors. Rhea was fighting a distorted version of her own future, a creature that possessed her strength but none of her soul. Every time she struck the "Luna-Blight," the creature didn't bleed; it leaked green light that tried to sear Rhea’s skin. ​Meanwhile, Elias was fighting his way toward the massive iron wheel at the base of the vat. The Alchemist wasn't making it easy. He was throwing glass vials of concentrated Blight from his platform, each one exploding into a cloud of toxic gas that made Elias stagger.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

“She’s gorgeous. That helps.” A few people laughed. “As if that matters,” someone else muttered. “The man is blind.” More laughter followed, louder this time. I stood very still outside the door, coffee forgotten, a flicker of anger rising in my chest. Another woman spoke, her tone edged with annoyance. “She doesn’t even try to talk to anyone. Always walking around like she owns the place.” “That’s not fair,” a softer voice cut in. “She works hard. I’ve seen her stay late twice this week already. Maybe she earned it.”

Kalilah POV The pack was always on alert, so when we were approached by a bunch of wolves, we knew something was up. A tall, lean woman approached me, arms crossed over her chest. “Can I help you?” I asked, voice soft. They saw me, a blind woman, and laughed. “You’re Kalilah? The blind woman leading this sham of a pack?” I nodded. “Yes. What is it you want?” “We want to make sure you understand that no pack rules these streets. Only rogues do.”