Satan Has Blinded The Eyes Novels & Stories

In Sicily, forgetting a face can get you killed. I was born face-blind. Unless I recognized someone's tattoo or voice, I had no idea who I was looking at. Sometimes, I couldn't even recognize my own parents. But my best friend, Sofia Ricci, was convinced I just wasn't trying hard enough. She decided it was time to cure me of all that "drama." She even got my brother, Don Victor Lombardi, and my fiancé, Luca Marchetti, to play along. The three of them called it "extreme survival training." At the underground casino, they once abandoned me in a private room packed with strangers. At family banquets, they'd ditch the suits I knew them by and vanish into the crowd. I would be left wandering from

After all, it's simply too easy for 'accidents' to happen in places like that… "I'm going to arrange for some trustworthy Rogues to pose as wolves from Kael's pack and attack our convoy. And when things get chaotic, destroying her eyes will be nothing but a piece of cake! "In fact, I can even injure her even more severely if I want to—perhaps I'll just destroy her wolf while I'm at it. That way, she'll be even more dependent on me," Gabriel said slyly. "As long as she's blind and disabled, she will forever have to depend on me for the rest of her life and believe every single word I say. Then, she will obediently and willingly look after Leon for us, making him her only emotional support."

The multi-colored irises of his eyes burned with a brilliant, steady intensity that outshone every star in the evening sky. "I only became anything at all because you walked into my camp and showed me what the light looked like," Caelum rumbled softly, his voice vibrating through the quiet room with the absolute certainty of eternity. "And as long as I have you and our son here in my arms, I will never let the dark touch this valley again."

It dripped from his hands, pooled at his feet, leaving a stark reminder of the brutality he had unleashed. ‎Matteo and Lucien stood frozen, their eyes wide as they took in the sight of Kane—his expression cold and emotionless, a stark contrast to the man they had known. The air around them thickened with tension, and Matteo felt a chill run down his spine. He had always been known as the unleashed beast, but in this moment, he realized that Kane was the true devil. The fear that had once been an abstract concept now gripped him with icy fingers.

I had been hunting Shamsiel himself, when I stumbled across one of his sons; so of course I couldn't let the chance pass me by. "Let me tell you something human," he rasped, his voice thick with pain. "Go ahead" I said, eyeing my nails, bored already. What could this thing tell me that I would care about? "Little human,you are blind. Your eyes will be opened by one you hate and you will become that which you despise. You will bring about the end and the beginning, the blood on your hands atoned for by your own. This much I know to be true." I rolled my eyes, unimpressed.

FREDRICK'S POV:- Wind started blowing inside the house. And all the demons went towards the other corner of the room. Thick flames of hell fire appeared on the circle I had drawn. Then a bright red light blinded us all. When I opened my eyes again, I saw the five bosses of hell standing right in front of me. "You dared to summon us on earth? Are you not happy with your life? Do you desire to taste the bitter death? Or are you planning to be dragged to hell alive? I would definitely enjoy seeing your flesh and bones burning." Satan was the one who spoke first as he was well known because of his wrath.

With bulging eyes, I watched father's mouth hang open like a well, like he was busy sucking something shiny off mother's face. "Let go of her! Leave my mother alone, you devil!" Father grabbed me firmly. At least I thought it was him. "This is Lucifer, the morning star. And I'm glad you're a brave one, because when you're older it will be time for you to crash and burn!" "Get behind me, Satan! I'll be good for my mother!" The more I wriggled, the hotter his grip on my hand became. "Take father instead, no one wants him in our lives!"

The Satan. Him. Hands shoved into his pockets, broad back turned to me, standing calm, unreadable. He does nothing but look, and they claw at his feet. They scream. They beg. “Mercy… mercy…” Yet he gives none. I blink through the haze fogging my senses. Desperate to see more, to see him more, I push my failing body to raise my eyes. But the edges of my vision are already darkening. My strength is leaving me like sand through trembling fingers.

It's really pathetic. The words went through me, jagged and sharp. "Pathetic?" I echoed. “After everything, you're going to call me pathetic? Landon, what happened? Did I do something wrong?” “Yes, pathetic," he said, his voice cold. "You think that I enjoy hearing you whine and mope about like some sad little puppy every day? That's what you did wrong, being blind!” I felt my breath hitch, my chest tightening. "I just. Landon, you never complained, even when I…”

The Black Magic Seer leaned back against his altar, resting his large arms on his knees. "About your sight," the seer said coldly, "only the person that made you blind can heal you." "WHO MADE ME BLIND?!" Edward bellowed, his Alpha aura flaring so violently that the red candle flames flickered and nearly died out. At this time, he was fuming with pure, unbridled anger, his veins bulging against his neck. The seer didn't flinch. He looked past Edward and stared directly into my eyes, his tone dropping into a grave, ominous whisper.