Naruto Is Born Blind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I pulled back against his hand, reached for the fabric covering my eyes. Strong fingers imprisoned my wrist, stopping me gently but firmly. “No. Not yet. Not for a while, I think.” “What? What do you mean, not for a while?” I jerked my hand free, turned to where I thought he was standing. “I mean that I’ll remove the blindfold when I’m ready to do so. I am not yet ready for you to see me. You have four other senses, Kyrie. Focus on those.” “Are you, like, ugly or disfigured or something?”

What does he want from me? Did he get inside my head ten years ago? Now that I think about it, it was strange how he knew everything. Despite being blind, he didn't bump into things or even use a cane. How could a blind person know the way to the cabin better than I did? Back then, I thought it was cute how he marked the way for me but now I just find it creepy. It's weird that he was blind, to begin with. Rarely are wolves born with disabilities. Could he see from the beginning and was just faking it? What more has he done? Goddess, where can I run to that he won't be able to find me? This is fucking insane. There's no way I'm living through this. I don't know how long I've been sitting on

Arizer asks as he holds my arm "Well I am having a little bit of trouble with my vision." "What do you mean trouble with your vision." "Well it started off as just blurry with black spots and now I can't see anything I am completely blind." "Did you use any magic in the cave?" "Not on purpose, but my wolf night vision was technically working, but I don't know how to turn that off, it just happends automatically." "Well that might be why your eyes are what are affected." Arizer said to me

Right under my nose, making a fool of me while I stumbled around in the dark like a helpless child. The way my stomach churned made me want to vomit. I glanced at the wall where our wedding photo once hung. It was slashed—ripped down the middle. I remembered the first week after I went blind. I had cried quietly at night because I could not see my own child’s face anymore. I thought Daniel was asleep, but he sat up, held my shoulders, and whispered, “I’m here. I’ll guide you. You don’t need to be afraid.” I had leaned into him then. It felt real. He said he would form a mate bond with me and take responsibility for both me and my child.

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.

I touched the banister, feeling the carved edges beneath my fingers. My stomach growled suddenly, followed by Kiran’s growling loudly. “Let me get us some food,” he said. While I waited for my brother, decided I was sick of sitting there. I attempted to get up from the stool but I ended up tripping abd walking right into the bar. “Look at her,” a feminine voice whispered. “Her eyes are grey.” “I think that means she is blind,” answered an equally feminine voice. “Poor thing. She must be newly blind.”

she said, opening the book once more. As she began to read, Thane's eyes locked onto hers, and River knew that, at that moment, they stood at the threshold of something profound. "Alero, the Blind Healer," River read aloud, her voice painting vivid pictures in Thane's mind. "Born without sight, Alero's other senses blossomed, allowing her to perceive the world in ways others could not. Her fingers, sensitive as a leaf, detected the subtlest vibrations in the air. Her ears, attuned to the whispers of the universe, heard the rhythms of life."

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?"

“Physically, her eyes are perfect—pupils responsive, optic nerves intact. Something unseen, likely residual magic, blocks the signal.” “So she is blind,” Kyo growls, a dangerous rumble. “Temporarily, I hope,” the healer answers. “I’ll brew cleansing tonics, charms against hexfire.” When the door shuts, silence falls thick and suffocating. Kyo exhales, a frustrated hiss. “You swear you can’t see anything? Not even shadows?” “Nothing.” My voice quavers. “Why—do you think I’m lying?” “No,” he says quickly, then softer. “I’m trying to map the danger.”

"Mango had never known that her eyes had once been blind, so she was somewhat puzzled by Nathaniel's behavior." "Nothing, as long as you're alright." Nathaniel held her tightly in his arms again. The joy of regaining what he had almost lost made his eyes swell up with tears. "When Walter saw this scene, he quietly left the room and went to call Emberly and Genevieve." "When the two of them heard that Mango had regained her vision, they were shocked once again." The fever and the blindness were cured without any medicine. What was going on? It was too strange.