Michael Gray Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

Yes, there were burns, but they were minor. I realized I couldn't see anything, so I thought I was blind again, but the doctor said it was just a side effect from smoke inhalation. I just needed to wrap some bandage around my head for a couple of days. I realized I had survived, and then I remembered my would-be killers. Just then, the cops came over for investigation, and I was told they had been arrested. Everything began after I reported the blind spectator stuff to them. The cops had launched an investigation and found out Michael was the one behind the scheme. They were going to arrest him, but then they ran into the fire and saw Michael and Laura escaping.

"How do you want me to calm down, Rachel? You willingly lose your eyesight for him, right? Why don't you continue staying blind?" Vivian took a knife from her back. My heart sank instantly. I wanted to shove her away, but she was so furious that she overpowered me. I could not even move. In the nick of time, Michael arrived and kicked Vivian aside. He pulled me into his arms. I felt a ray of hope. "Don't worry. I'm here," Michael said as he patted my back to comfort me. At that moment, Sean came out, too. When he saw Michael hugging me, he was furious. "What are you two doing?!"

The massive explosion swallowed the entire car in an instant as thick smoke billowed straight into the sky. Screams of panic erupted from the crowd. I stood in the stands, watching as the blazing fire devoured everything. The flickering flames reflected in my eyes. I thought to myself, "You've won the bet, Evelyn. Now, you don't need to pretend to be blind anymore." … Third-Person POV When Evelyn woke up, she was in a hospital ward. She forced her eyes open, only to be met with a stark white ceiling.

Outside the window, the rain continued its relentless assault against the metal frame of the SUV, the sound drumming against the roof like the beating of a dark heart. Dominic tilted his head slightly, turning his face toward the sound with an expressionless precision. He had always been able to see through people's defenses. Now, he would have to do it without his eyes. "Keep my eyes a secret. Not a single word to anyone. If word gets out that I'm blind, the wolves will circle." He raised his hand, his fingers closing slowly through the empty air in a gesture of quiet, absolute possession—as if he were already closing his grip around the fleeing figure of Avery Clair.

Jade said turning to face them. “We don’t have Spell-Blades with red eyes,” Michael said shrugging his shoulders. “So he’s an outsider. “I thought people cannot come in here?” Jade said looking at Gage. “That’s what we thought too,” Gage said looking at Michael. “We’re going to have to get some protection up. Now we’re going to have to summon some of our brothers to come here to protect us because we’re not really ready for an attack and they might already be here.”

“Because I was sent by Gideon with dear-departed Right-Guardian Zachariah to watch them. They’d helped one of Gideon’s woman-servants escape, and Gideon tracked the vehicle to one of the MC businesses. I sat in their parking lot in Denver for weeks, I saw them come and go, I knew most of them by sight… and so when I saw the men who took the Garden, I knew exactly who I was looking at. I don’t know their names, but I can describe them perfectly.” “Go on.” “There were two dark-haired men who were twins, and one red-headed giant with a beard, and a – well.” Michael paused, trying to think how to describe the last man. “A huge blond man who looked like some kind of – I don’t know – like a Nordic

I turned and entered the elevator, my expression amused but thoughtful. What I didn't know was that I and the handsome stranger weren't alone during our little chat. Far above, behind tinted glass on the executive floor, Michael Gray's eyes narrowed. He had seen everything. Every smile, every second of our brief exchange. And the sight of me smiling, at another man, stirred something primal in him. Possessiveness. A dangerous glint flared in his eyes as he turned away from the glass and back to his desk. He didn't like competition. And he especially didn't like being ignored.

NEURAL STERILIZATION INITIATED blinked on the monitor, followed by a countdown. "Griffin, please," Michael's voice cracked with something that might have been genuine fear. "You're my son." "No," Griffin replied, his voice steady despite the tears tracking silently down his cheeks. "I'm your vessel. But not anymore." White gas began filling the chamber, swirling around Michael's increasingly desperate form. He clawed at the sealed door, his movements becoming erratic, his voice transmitted through the speakers distorting as the gas took effect. Michael's scream was cut short as the white fog obscured him completely, the sound ending in a gurgle that would haunt my dreams for years to come.

Michael said, looking disdainfully at Ezekiel. With this, Ezekiel let loose his golden spear and aimed it at Michael. The force came quickly, and as the power fell upon Michael, it exploded so strongly that the building shook again. “Do you think I’m not here?” Blake asked when the dust settled and a shield that could be seen with the naked eye was lowered around the two men. “Still as hot-headed as ever, I see as well,” Michael said, shaking his head in disappointment, only to be stared at by Blake.