The Blind Bandit Avatar Novels & Stories

I nod my head against her shoulder and she pulls away from me to look at me once more, her pinky finger raised. "Sissy swear." With an exhale of relief, we cross our pinkies and kiss our thumbs. "Water?" Crayvin offers, extending his hand out holding a water bottle. I kick off the painful heels Tarra had me wear tonight and pull my legs under me, nestling on the couch next to a sleepy Piggy. "Uhm, do you happen to have any whiskey?" A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he sets both water bottles down onto the coffee table.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

I slapped my hands over my hears to muffle the voices out, but it barely worked. The whispers still sounded like they were in side of my head aswell as they were all around the forest. The disturbance and chaos they brought within me made me want to scream. The fear of being found made me bite the inside of my cheeks until I tasted blood, stopping the scream from forcing its way out of my lips. I couldn't understand what the whispers were saying, disturbing me even more. "Stop." I finally whispered, my voice barely audible over the rest. A twig snapped behind me, and I quickly turned around to see the man walking towards me, the Blind Alpha of the pack, the same one who has horror stories to

He sighed, pulling back and the cold wind wrapped me instead of the warmth that I wanted and then his words were like a splash of cold water on my face. "And?" I frowned at him as I believe he wanted to say more but stopped as if hesitant. "You're a human" He coldly said and further continued, "Above all that, a blind one". I could feel frustration and commotion in his voice as he didn't mean to offend me but was just opening himself to me. "So?" I heard him sigh, "So, it'll be better after I win the duel, you'll return to my pack but we will be civil with no attraction towards each other"

Even in the third try he smoothly cuts the fish in half . '' You did it Arthur '' Noir screams . '' Yes i did '' Arthur yells . '' Calm down this is the main part in this round you have to wear blindfolds and shoot randomly and hit one bird or animal only with your hearing '' says the elder elf . '' Can he win ?'' Stella asks . '' He will believe in him '''' says Noir . Luke puts the blindfold on both of them . '' Start '' he says . '' Arthur hear the sounds of the surroundings only and ignore everything '' Adam instructs .

“Can't we all just let bygones be bygones?” I glanced at him through the corner of my eyes, and noticed the familiar dragon tattoo that disappeared just under his sleeve. Leader of the Bjorn Cartel. How long had it been? “Take your hand off me” I said. A chuckle rose in his throat. “Come again—” “You heard me. Take it off. Or I'll do it for you.” “Still blinded by this stupid fit of pride” Ava stood, annoyed that her plan to guilt or scare me into a decision had failed.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

Every sound became amplified, and every sensation intensified. The muffled sounds of the ocean waves and the chirping of distant crickets became Ava's world as the blindfold took away her sight. "Shame we didn’t bring the headphones," Carver's warm and husky voice made her jump slightly. A small chuckle escaped her lips. "Not sure I’m quite ready for that level of sensory deprivation yet." Carver's laughter was infectious, filling the room. "Where's your sense of adventure?" he teased.

"A soul is a heavy burden, 001. It makes you slow. It makes you weak." "You have it backwards, you scrap-metal ghost," Caleb snarled, his eyes turning a molten, celestial gold. He didn't just block the Void-blade; he grabbed it. The silver tattoos on his arms didn't just glow; they burned through his skin, turning his entire skeleton into a conduit for the mountain’s residual Qi. He was no longer just a bio-weapon; he was the Avatar of the North. With a roar that shook the very hull of the Ark, Caleb snapped the Void-blade with his bare hands and drove his fist through the Prime’s chest-plate, crushing the violet core within.

As Bhuvi stepped out of the gate, she saw a group of men dressed in all black, wearing blindfolds, revving their motorcycle engines so loudly that it hurt her ears. Bhuvi looked at each one of them and noted down their vehicle license plate numbers. With bold steps, Bhuvi approached them, but before she could get within 10 steps, they threw a bottle and a smoke bomb that immediately obstructed Bhuvi's line of sight.