Odyssey Of The Blind God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Once you board the cruise, you need to follow the rules, Mr. Rodney. This time, we severed your tendons just to teach you a lesson." Mr. Rodney continued to scream at the top of his lungs as he got dragged out of the room. But before leaving, he turned to glare at me with bloodshot eyes. "That woman can see! She did it on purpose! She definitely did it on purpose! She's not blind at all!"

He turned to face me again. His chest heaved with rage. Veins pulsed across his tattooed arms. His green eyes locked on me—those sightless eyes. They were hauntingly still. So still, they looked like they didn’t belong to the living. They were beautiful in a strange way, like something carved into his skull—empty, but alive with something darker. His blindness didn’t weaken him. It made him unreachable.

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.

I slowly sat on the white sand and watched the lady still standing to where I left her. I am waiting anxiously by the shore. Did my plan work? Christ! This is killing me. My heart is pounding really fast! I couldn't stand waiting for her like this! I swear I was praying then, she moved towards the seashore, towards me. Thank God! I did it! What a relief! She stood directly in front of me. I raised my head to face her and with that I smirked. " What can I do for you, goddess?” Oh yes! It's true! She's a beauty! She must be Venus if she was ever real. "Oh, shut up! Stop making fun of me will you?!" she mumbled pouting her lips like a baby before sitting right beside me. I could feel my heart

V Old Nana said we are going in the next two hours, I was lying down on my and Liza's bed, and the thought of his Majesty being blind hasn't left my mind, since I eavesdropped on his discussion with the physician. How come his wolf is blind? Was he cursed by the moon goddess? Was that the reason why he always acts cruelly? I guess the moon goddess decided to favor me, I am gonna frustrate his life now that I know that his wolf is blind, he will regret taking me in as his personal slave. "Hey what are you thinking about?" Liza asked and I fake a frown. "What did you mean? Did I look like I am thinking about something?" I asked and she clear her throat....

I say and I swear I heard the gods laugh in the high heavens. With a thundering growl, Arles’s figure disappears, leaving behind black smoke. That’s when I realize that I am not wearing anything to protect me from the cold weather. I must go back home now before mom finds me out of bed and kills me as the basilisk failed to do so.

Sloane Once Aisling put it into my head, I couldn’t get the idea that maybe this was the Moon Goddess’ compromise for us not getting a white wolf out of my head. I’d be the first ever, that I know of, female Alpha. Yeah, it would be an uphill climb, but what hasn’t been? I’m used to fighting my way through just about every situation. What’s one more fight? And maybe that’s why I’ve had to fight so much in my life. Maybe the Moon Goddess was preparing me for this moment in my life.

I grit in frustration. “Whoever this fucker is has found a way to cloak themselves from the Gods. Zarseti and Gabriella say they can’t even see Orenda’s future, or any future tied to hers. They’re as good as blind,” he relays with displeasure, taking another sip from his drink. A single word from what he just said jumps out at me and I find my mind starting to work again.

She was blindfolded, her body swaying slowly to a rhythm only she could hear. “Goddess Herse,” she whispered, her voice like dry leaves skittering across a floor. She slowly removed her blindfold, revealing eyes that were gray and clouded, as if they were filled with the very mist I command. I felt a pang of pity for her. To see every truth meant she could never truly know the bliss of being blind to the future.

"Your piddler's shaping up into a proper beast out there, Nora. Looks like we're heading for a blindie." He pulls off his balaclava, revealing his short brown hair, flecked with grey, which is now flattened at the crown. He gives it a quick ruffle, taming some of the unruly tufts. I stiffen at the word. Blindie. A zero-visibility whiteout so volatile, it would render leaving the outpost an impossibility for hours, if not days. Outposts saw a handful each year, but I hadn't expected to run straight into one on my first expedition.