Roy Mustang Blind Novels & Stories

The concept of rules and community is so strange to them, and I would not let them ruin everything I have spent my entire life building. “We are ready to leave your Highness,” my beta announced, I nodded curtly before I stalked towards the door and I could hear everyone make way for me. Being blind has its own perks and having a fantastic sense of smell to cover for it is one of the things that the moon goddess did for me that I am proud of. I do not have to see my enemies before I take them and it has helped me stay relevant all these years, and I do not plan to stop now. Especially now that I have found my mates and other alphas might think they have found a way to get to me.

Not from the attack, but from the fact that it had ruined my car as well. My lungs cried out for air as I struggled to breathe, and my abdomen stung in pain with each breath I took. This wasn’t going to be easy. There was only one way to beat a rogue of this size. The rogue’s growl rumbled through the dark, its red eyes glowing like embers as it stalked toward me. My abdomen throbbed, each breath a knife in my gut, but the sight of my Mustang—bonnet crushed, windshield shattered—fueled a rage hotter than the pain.

His mother looked at him anoyyed as she smacked him in the back of the head. "What! Isn't it so cute, don't you love it Star?" I walked around the mustang taking it all in, the whole car was wrapped like a pink galaxy with a huge white wolf with green eyes on the hood of the car. As I inspected it further each side of the car had a black wolf with blue eyes matching my mates. The rims had hearts in the them and were a lighter pink color. It was cute, but this car would definitely put a target on me as if saying "hey everybody, I'm a white wolf come check me out."

I snap, is he damn blind? He scans the area as ice spreads from his hands. The serpent does a turn, “Behind you! It’s big with blacky plum pretty scales! Are you blind!” I shout, as the huge thing rushes towards Royce, he moves slower than I expect and the serpent narrowly misses. “What are you doing!?” “I can’t actually see anything but the eyes.” He says as he sends a blast of ice towards the direction of the huge snake, but he misses. “Damn… well, let me be your eyes, then.” I say, backing up. “Ten o’clock.”

He regretted it the moment those words left his lips. Tears built in Bonnie's eyes. "I'm sor-" "Lorenzo! Come quick, the news." Grace hurriedly said as she dragged Lorenzo to the living room. "21 year old Bonnie Evans went missing Thursday July 13th after being last seen at The Velvet Room, a nightclub in California. Evans was seen with her best friend Becca Jones and is the last person she spoke to before she supposedly went missing. Evans is also described to be blind. She was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa when she was only 14, an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged. Police investigators only found her cellphone and her guide dog in an alley of Mellway Street. Ev

Rojan should have feel better when the road is as spacious as the life alone in the world. But not having people around weirded him out. He keep shoving away what appear in front of him, a nasty beep of notifications. Text appear, stated, that vehicle become a useless transportation. “What the!” referring to the creep sight that keep appearing in his line of vision, he thought of his mustang. He glared at it when his mustang stop functioning, and he feel his head heated up.

They made it as far as the street. Jax’s weight dragged heavier with every step, his arm a dead weight over Ryder’s shoulders, breath sharp against Ryder’s neck. Ryder adjusted his grip without comment, jaw tight, eyes scanning for anyone who might be watching. Headlights swung into view. The Mustang rolled up too fast, tires crunching over gravel before braking hard at the curb. The driver’s door flew open before the engine was even fully off. “I can’t drive this thing,” Nora blurted, already moving toward them, hands up like she’d just escaped a crime scene. “I swear I almost put it into a wall.”

"What happened one year ago, Blind?" "You don't deserve to know, Rongue!" "Bastard!" Bastian howled as the moonlight hit his skin. Instantly, he was a complete shifter. His eyes blazed red as he stared hungrily at Sicily's body. The woman smiled mysteriously; she still wanted to smell another scent emerge. However, it was obvious that the scent had not yet dared to reveal itself. "Are you worthy to fight me, Rongue? Summon the others to satisfy me!"

Blade was too focussed to talk and there was no mistaking the sinister look he was wearing as if he was somehow enjoying the chase. Ever so often his eyes shifted to the rearview mirror or out the car window checking out the enemy. A loud noise ripped through the air over the tumultuous sounds of the roaring engines and my heart palpitated loudly. It had been so quick I hadn't heard a word. Stretches of darkness flew by and the moon carried along with us, as the grass bowed as the Mustang streaked past. I glanced at the rearview mirror at the same time as Blade and glimpse what looked like a bull horn sticking out through the passenger side of the car's window. "BLADE COLLINS PULLOVER," the

Zora responded by shifting into his werelion form, his fur growing thicker and his mane more majestic. Teeth snapped and claws slashed as they fought tooth and nail. Blood flowed freely as they tore into each other, neither one giving an inch. Just when it seemed like Zora was gaining the upper hand, Malik saw an opening, and with lightning speed, he reached out and poked Zora in the eyes. He rendered him blind, just as Zora had rendered Malik blind, during his childhood. Zora roared in pain, blinded by Malik's sudden attack. Malik growled with all his might, basking in the glory of rendering Zora blind.