The Blinding One Pokemon Novels & Stories

The powder stung my eyes, burning them. Another sharp stab was accompanied by the heat of the silver. *Help* I cried out through the link. With my eyes blinded, I couldn’t see the next attack and felt the cool blade pierce through my skin, low on my back. I lashed out, trying to inflict any damage I could on the assailants. Fuck, I thought. I was handicapped. In the background, the sounds of Arcas’ and Orion’s beast tearing at each other apart reached my ears. I rubbed my eyes, my vision blurry but my eyes were healing and I could make out the shape of a large shifter, with white hair and violet eyes.

Venus could no longer smell the scent of his mate as the whole pack was sprayed with masking spray, Crystal Waters warriors were hit with the spray too making it almost impossible to track them. It was weird to know his host knew nothing of sight as he was blind, and still could not see through Venus' mind. Only Venus was granted with sight when in control, however even in the mind from Grayson was not able to see most of the battle, however, the hearing of the battle was as clear as water.

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.

Her aura indicated that she was feeling calm and at peace because I could see the light blue color in the middle of her body spreading out, and showing the outline of her body. Ever since her heat, my eyesight had reached new lengths and I was now able to see the faint outlines of objects and the aura of animals. It was really wonderful, and I liked this new sight better. I didn't have to see things to know that they were beautiful, but my mate would be the one that would take the prize of who was more beautiful, even though I couldn't see her. It was really a shame that I couldn't get to see her and if I ever got to see or hear about the witch that cursed me, I would seriously kill her, and

JENNA’S POV Alex stood before us, his formal ceremonial attire highlighting his powerful frame. The traditional blindfold that usually covered his sightless eyes was absent. His gaze, once empty, now held a startling clarity as he looked directly at me. "Jenna, you are breathtaking today." "You can see me?" I whispered in disbelief. "Release her, Carrick. What exactly are you attempting?" Alex's words came simultaneously with mine. Carrick looked between us in shocked confusion.

She lifted something into the air with both hands. Brea sucked in a huge breath when she finally realized that Victoria held a baby high into the air, a bright blue blanket swathed the boy as he began to cry. The whole beautiful setting turned from a sparkling scene to a black ash color before her very eyes. Everything blurred and the once bright colors ran together, like a Rockwell painting gone wrong. She could hear a loud roaring, it sounded like that time when a tornado passed close to where she lived in town last year. Her body shook as her stomach heaved. This can’t be real! She leaned her head back and screamed, “NOOOO!”

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

What my eyes see is unbelievable. The female before me is a doppelganger of myself with purple eyes, dark lips, and pale skin. I'm the Dark Phoenix, a plague taking thousands of lives and corrupting thousands more. The Evil me dashes for another attack. I see her enclosing in but can't move away. I'm rooted in a consuming evil awareness. "Leave her alone." Blizzard appears between us. His fatigued breath, trashed clothes, and messy hair showed how demanding the fight with the darkling had been.

“Physically, her eyes are perfect—pupils responsive, optic nerves intact. Something unseen, likely residual magic, blocks the signal.” “So she is blind,” Kyo growls, a dangerous rumble. “Temporarily, I hope,” the healer answers. “I’ll brew cleansing tonics, charms against hexfire.” When the door shuts, silence falls thick and suffocating. Kyo exhales, a frustrated hiss. “You swear you can’t see anything? Not even shadows?” “Nothing.” My voice quavers. “Why—do you think I’m lying?” “No,” he says quickly, then softer. “I’m trying to map the danger.”

However, to reach the crown, I realized that I needed to utilize two of my wolf abilities: my superjump ability to leap high enough to reach the pedestal, and my shadowclaw ability to scale the smooth surface and grasp the crown without dropping it. A blind man would not do this. With a deep breath, I focused my energy, summoning the powers of my wolf. I crouched low, then sprung upward with a mighty bound, my body expanding as I activated my super jump. Time seemed to slow as I soared through the air, my shadow claw ability extending my claws into dark, bodiless tendrils that clasped onto the pedestal. After landing and reaching the crown, I touched it but fell again. I didn't know it was g