Turning A Blind Eye Oblivion Novels & Stories

Alissia POV Finally, the blindfold is loosened, and as my vision clears, I see Blake’s wicked grin hovering close, eyes gleaming with unmasked amusement. He leans in, his breath warm against my skin. Demitri moves one of the ear buds. “Ready to beg yet?” Blake questions. I narrow my eyes, refusing to give him that satisfaction. A defiant shake of my head is all he gets, though I can’t ignore the flush of heat surging through me, my body betraying my resolve.

I squinted my eyes and summoned the scene my subconscious had woven together last night. I was lying on my back on the forest floor in the middle of the Valley of Cthulhu, with the wooden sculpture of the Oblivion Envoy from the town hall hovering over me, the woman felt like she was on fire, that man was every woman's dream, ever it would turn into a nightmare...until a shadowy figure with one glowing white eye stepped out of the trees. James…, he wanted her just like she was doing. He took me in his arms, spread me open, and fed me his cock while the flaming statue burned overhead.

But when I looked at his eyes— I didn’t see Kael. I saw Oblivion. And it was smiling. The blade pulsed in my grip, black light crawling over my skin like chains made of shadow. Whispers coiled in my head, soft and sweet and promising everything I was too afraid to want— Power. Control. Enough strength to break him before he broke the world. All I had to do was let go. All I had to do was say yes. “Elara.” Kael’s voice again—low and soft and wrapped in something that made my bones want to break.

or maybe it was just a breath. Didn’t matter. The lights above me blurred, then vanished. And I blacked the fuck out.

Saphira did the best she could to explain what it was like being blind. One day, Xavier had a pretty rough conversation over the phone with one of the pack leaders. He growled and rubbed his face. “Xavier? Are you okay?” Saphira softly asked as she walked into their shared office. Xavier sighed before saying or doing anything. “No. Varian, the leader of the Misty Haven Pack, is threatening Orion, Lyra, Darian, and Diana. A few others have as well. I fear there’s going to be a war between the packs.” Xavier explained with a frustrated growl.

Her hands don't budge and I assume the never-ending pain that I feel in my chest could only mean that is where I was shot. I feel myself slipping away again. My head becomes fuzzy and my surroundings edge with a blurry pitch dark silhouette. All I can see is the blue from Crayvin's eyes as he stares down at me. Those eyes I love so much are brimmed with so many emotions. Fear, worry, sorrow, misery.

My patience was wearing thin as I waited for Blaze to emerge, eager to savor the moment of his demise. The assault raged on, yet there was no sign of the traitor. I began to wonder if he had managed to escape, but then I spotted a cluster of Necromancers off to one side, their invisibility spell shattered by our magic. And there, standing behind them, was Blaze. His expression was detached, a mask of indifference that only served to fuel my anger. I knew that look all too well… it was the vacant stare of the undead.

Justin let out a low chuckle as he spanked my ass once again while I trembled against him. “Pick a blindfold, stunning.” Justin murmured after a few seconds, pointing at the two blindfolds which were citrently being held up by Blaze. One was black and the other was white, I personally liked the white one, it was one of my favorites because aside it being decorated with real diamonds, it gave me this illusion that I was innocent, when indeed, I wasn’t. “The white one.” I watched and gulped as Blaze moved towards me, “I’ll miss staring into these gorgeous eyes.” Blaze murmured right before the blindfold covered my eyes, cascading me in complete darkness which I eagerly welcomed.

“We’re always with you and we always love you,” “Mom…” * KNOCK! * Suddenly, Sierra heard a weird sound coming from the window. She turned around but saw nothing. “...Huh? What’s that sound?” * KNOCK! * There it was again. The sound was definitely coming from the window, but it wasn’t from this window in the hotel room. “It’s time,” Sebastian said with a sad smile “You can go, but we’ll see you again,” “What?” Sierra blinked, and all of a sudden, she wasn’t in the hotel room anymore. She was back in her room, lying all by herself on the bed.

Maybe the guy had mistaken her as someone, probably from the other room. She let herself relax and let Hypnos' straddle her into oblivion. Clayton is stunned when he met her eye to eye as soon as he entered her room in Doctor Jones' clinic. Her eyes looked sleepy when he saw them but he is sure as hell that she saw him. Her blue orbs looked as if she's trying to recognize him. His heart leaped for a few seconds worried that she might remember him as the guy who maniacally lapped her bloody throat.