Naruto Fanfiction Naruto Is Blind Novels & Stories

He was FAI another name for Fire. But Chitragandha took a deep breath and said, "I'm blind and blind eyes can't speak". Chitragandha was hurt but his care confused her more. The way, his emotions fluctuated and he showed his calmness and also his beastliness confused her, and scared her the most. "Blind eyes speak louder than normal eyes", ARIV said and made her sit on his lap. "Aren't you going to apologize to me?", She asked and looked directly towards him where she felt his gaze.

Normally this would be fine as I am used to his blindness, but this felt…different. Panic gripping me, my instincts flaring in response to this unexpected disadvantage. This odd blindness renders me vulnerable and I fall to my knees, growling in pain as I feel a cold tendril wrap around my heart. I rely on my other senses, honing in on the sounds and scents that surround me. But darkness continued to shroud my sight, and exhaustion threatens to overtake me. And then, just as my strength waned, the world turned to black. Consciousness slipped away, engulfed in an abyss of nothingness. The battle that had raged within me faded into silence…

“You must be kidding me. It’s hard to believe that this guy has a severe tendency of self-mutilation?” Tyr took a deep breath and replied, “Just a wild guess of mine. I once heard my master tell me that some extreme martial arts fanatics would resort to such extreme ways to reach the point where their state of mind is united with the sky. “Also, there are also some people who would resort to extreme ways to force their sixth sense to surface. “Once one is blind and deaf, that person’s perception of the surroundings will be many times stronger. Blind in the eyes, but not in mind!”

“I really wanted to drink your blood but before that, I would like to see you bathe on it. Just like that damn beast did to me, I’ll both kill you afterward.” “HAH!” Layla gasped when she felt her innards coming out of her body. Her sight hadn’t adjusted in the dark yet and she could barely see anything which made her other senses work more efficiently. She closed her eyes to easily adapt to the situation. It was unusual but since she was blindfolded for so long, she could better operate when her sight was blocked. “Take this!”

Irene's side is much more chaotic, and she constantly curses, no matter the situation. I looked at her with cold eyes, and my voice contained no emotion. "Are you surprised by our meeting again, Luna Irene?" As I finished speaking, I realized that Luna Irene was blind. There was dried blood on her eyes and cheeks. She couldn't see me but still recognized my voice and screamed. "So it's you, bitch! I regret not using a knife to cut your throat that day." "I'm sorry you didn't because, at that time, you were still busy trying to torture me instead of killing me quickly." I curled my lips in disdain at her messy and dirty appearance. I seemed to see an image of myself from before.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

Natalie's POV My heart pounded inside my chest. 'Is he going to torture me?' I wondered. Despite feeling a bit anxious, curiosity drove me to allow him to guide me and take control. In the end, I was certain he would never hurt me, at least not physically, as he had already hurt me emotionally before. My hands were tied above my head with his tie, and my eyes were covered, leaving me completely blinded. His husky voice sent shivers down my spine as he whispered, “Blindness will boost your sensation to my touch.”

I ignored them, using my senses and hands to feel the doors, opened them, and walked forward to find a seat in the row. I wondered if Marilynn was somewhere in here. What a pair we were. Me—blind. Her—voiceless, thanks to Lucan. We were broken in opposite ways. Two girls carrying the consequences of powerful, ancient magic. Mine was a curse, but hers wasn't. It was her sharp mouth that led her to her misfortune. I took a slow breath and lifted my chin. ‘Juno, even though you are blind, you are better than most of them.’ My wolf’s voice splintered in my head a moment after I had calmed down and thought of her.

After I hit send, my hand dropped onto the blood-soaked floor. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a storage closet. No one had touched my wound. Blood was still seeping out, warm and steady, crusting over my left eye. I tried to stand, to find a Healer, but the door was locked from the outside. I pounded on the wood. Screamed until my throat was raw. I don't know how long it took. An Omega servant finally heard me and couldn't bear to walk away. She unlocked the door.

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.