Naruto Is Blind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Close your eyes.” Nico whispered in my ear. Before my eyes closed I stared up at him with all the questions I had in my mind, all the fears and unnamed feelings I had and prayed he saw them. He held my face in his hand. He was still fully clothed, I realized with relief. “Darina. Close your eyes. Or I will blindfold you.” The look in his eyes was feral and it scared me and excited me at the same time. I closed my eyes.

SERAPHINA My heart gave a violent lurch. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I stared at Finn, still crouched under his shadow, but my thoughts had already spiraled far from this bloody clearing. Blind. Finn was blind. Ronan stilled too. Even amidst the chaos, he listened. “No…” I whispered, as if denial alone could reverse what I’d just heard. “How could you go blind? That’s impossible.” Panic flared in my chest as I slid closer, needing to see his pale, unfocused eyes for myself.

He immediately noticed the blurry image of the man who have witnessed everything. His vision gets clearer as his faintness dwindles. But the pain from his injury is too much, it consumed a lot of his energy into depletion. Niru can’t barely open his mouth. But his eyes were stunned, as he sees something bizarre, something… beyond earthly… The Distortion. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

“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!”

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.

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

And before he could reply, I pressed the disk in my palm and let the shift pull me away. When my boots touched the ground again, I knew exactly where I was: House Pyra’s Hall of Desire. Gasps erupted at once. “Is that Juno?” “What happened to her eyes?” “Is she—blind?” “No way.” “She survived the Void but came back blind?” “She looks… different.” A few stepped back like my blindness was contagious. Others whispered like I wasn’t standing right there. I ignored them, using my senses and hands to feel the doors, opened them, and walked forward to find a seat in the row.

The sound of the ripping parchment is loud in the silent hall. Julian flinches again. I fold the pieces together and tear them again. I keep going until the document is nothing but a handful of white scraps. I open my fingers. The white pieces flutter down to the marble floor. They land on Marcella’s damp skirt. They land on Julian’s polished shoes. “Three years ago, I was blind,” I say to him. “I thought love was a duty. I thought if I bled enough for your people, you would finally see me as a human being.”

"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.