Odyssey Of The Blind God Novels & Stories

The Blade of Caladris lights like a second sun. And for the first time since the Dustfall began, The gods do not whisper. They watch. The name Ashborn echoes across stone and sky. Seren stands at the center. Still burning. Still becoming. Not above them. Among them. Part of them. Far below, where light has not reached in centuries, in the catacombs where gods buried what they could not kill, The God Below stirs. And says, in a voice that feels like stone cracking: “She names them now.

"Of course." He stood, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled a worn copy of Oedipus Rex. He flipped it open, placing it on the desk in front of Fallon. "Oedipus' story is layered," he began, eyes brushing Elara's face. "Symbolism appears in blindness, both literal and metaphorical. Tiresias, the blind prophet, can see the truth. Oedipus, who has eyes, refused to see. Only when he gouges them out does he accept reality."

Blurred, my vision is blurred. I can't see the stars, or the ever changing moon. I can't hear the crow, or the darkness silence. I can't hear, I can't see, even silence, becomes a sound lost to me. The dark, I can't even feel. This isn't hell, this goes beyond. This is.... Oblivion. Victor Mairo First off, I'd admit I was wrong. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, to such a "tiny" issue. Her words, not mine. Now, let me back up a bit, in order for you to understand. In the beginning, we were in Eden....

“Unfortunately you can’t do much for her training. But yes, you’re both going to need each other to face things ahead. However, her training is going to be a little more difficult now that her sight is back.” Levantus looks thrown and confused while Odessa tilts her head in consideration. “What do you mean? Odessa getting her sight back should be a strength.” Odessa suddenly realizes what’s being said. “Because vision is a distraction. After not having it for so long, it’s loud in its existence. Being blind, I had to focus on all of my other senses, including internally to survive. She’s saying it’s going to be harder to focus like that with having my eye sight back.”

She had blindfolds on as she held on to a near translucent spherical ball. "She's beautiful, Is she?" The woman seated on the altar mused. "It is made of gold," I replied, looking beside me momentarily to see if Olamide felt safe. To be fair, she was too intrigued by the sights in front of her to be bothered about blinded seers and whatnot. I looked back at the seer, the infamous eye of Cassandra and bringer of misfortune. Her eyes were pale white implying that she was blind to the natural world but she stared into my eyes like she could see them and their secrets.

Even though he was a Demigod, he thought his imagination was too fantastical. ‘Can a Demigod truly become a God? If there is such a way, why has no one been able to become the legendary God for thousands of years?’ Tyr wondered to himself. ‘Why isn’t there a God in this world?’ Tyr was still deep in thought when a ship approached the island from the opposite direction. A young man in a Japanese shaman uniform and a white cloth covering his eyes was sitting on the bow. This man was Ren Asakura, and he was blind.

When she finished, she handed it over to Gwydion who folded it and put in the claws of the bird and then casted a spell on it so they'd be able to trail it. When he was done, she went to the window and let it go. "Come on, let's go." Zephyr said and they all left the house to his vehicle and drove off immediately. They followed the signal coming from the bed till the road became deserted and they entered a forest. "Are you sure this is the right path?" Bellona said. She was starting to get worried. "It is." Gwydion said confidently. In no time, the signal stopped. "What's happening?" Antonio asked.

KAIDA Blinding light flooded the space, its intensity a visceral strain on my spectral eyes; I was forced to squint. The Goddess remained an invisible entity, her mellifluous voice emerging from the shimmering cloud that signaled her presence. "Freya," I said, squaring my shoulders. I kept my eyes tightly shut, daring not to open them lest I be consumed by the magnitude of her brilliance. Despite my blindness, I assumed a confident, unwavering stance as I addressed her.

Okay, speak," I told him. Apparently, the moon goddess has something planned out for your mate like a mission, and for that mission to be successful she has to be blind. I was confused. Are you trying to tell me that the moon goddess is actually the reason my I am blind, Melina asked? “Yes Luna “, he answered “And all this is because he has a mission or an assignment in which she must be blind to be successful “, I questioned too. Now this matter just turned out more serious than more than we thought . I was very indeed angry. I once again rush to the healer and landed punch upon punch on his face. “Stoppppp”, Melina screamed.

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.”