Turning A Blind Eye Oblivion Novels & Stories

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

Era, Mijo, Flute and Yuri just circled around them, watching. "I'm going to show you my memories. Not all. Only those you needed to know. Now, all you have to do is look directly at my eyes. Never break the stare on the process or you won't be able to see for the rest of your life." Gone was the positive energy that surrounds Black. He looked so serious and his words seemed to be a threat. Ela gulped as she nervously stared at his eyes. 'Gosh! I don't wanna be blind! How would I be able to see Win's handsome face if that happens?' she thought and used it as an inspiration not to break her stare.

I tightened my grip on the blade hidden in my palm. “Caelum,” I murmured without turning my head. “Status.” Static crackled, then his voice slid through, low and fast. “I’m ghosting the cameras now. They’ll see a loop thirty seconds max. After that, they’ll know.” “Thirty seconds is enough,” I said. The mastermind smiled faintly. “Talking to your invisible friends again?” I met their gaze. “Talking to your blind spots.” Their eyes flicked briefly to the blinking cameras. Just a flicker. Just enough.

she smiled cheekily, hovering in the centre, above all players. "One! I wish you luck!" Her voice echoed out, as golden flashes sprawled across each player's vision, teleporting to anywhere and everywhere the map had to offer. V's vision was eclipsed, barely able to see anything once he opened his eyes. He squinted hard, rubbed his eyes, smacked his head, and nothing. He couldn't see anything in this pitch darkness. Already growing irritable, he huffed, sulking as he walked, trying to avoid the random trees lurking in the shadows in his path.

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.

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

Finally, I stop, my chest heaving, my arms hanging heavy at my sides. "You are trying to see me," the blind man says. "That is your mistake. Your eyes are lying to you. They show you where I was, not where I am going." He taps his stick against the floor. "Close your eyes." "What?" "Close your eyes. You cannot fight what you cannot see. So stop trying to see." I look at Mark. He nods once. I close my eyes. The darkness is immediate and complete. Without sight, like the world shrinks to the sounds around me. My own breathing, and drip of water somewhere in the distance. The soft tap of the blind man's stick against the stone floor.

Right there, impossible to miss in the flickering glow of the firelight, was the prominent, rigid outline of his semi-hard length. He was aroused. A warm, electric shockwave shot straight from Avery's chest down to her toes. Her face burned with a heat so intense she thought she might actually combust. Her gaze darted back up to his face in sheer panic, her hands frozen mid-air. He’s blind. He doesn't know I can see... that, she thought frantically, her mind spinning out of control. Or does he? Damien stood perfectly still, his expression a mask of cool composure, but the slight tightening of his jaw and the rapid pulse in his neck betrayed him.

Her vision blurred, and suddenly, the ground beneath her swayed. A low hum resonated through the ruins, growing louder, almost deafening. Eve took a step back, her breath shallow. The moment her fingers left the altar, the whispering voices swarmed around her, carrying fragmented words. Blood of the queen… forsaken child… the key… the prophecy… Then, silence. A gust of wind howled through the ruins, and in its wake, a presence stirred. She wasn’t alone. Something was coming. ________________________________________ Before Eve could react, a wave of heat surged through her, and the world around her blurred. Shadows twisted and reformed until she was no longer standing in the ruins—she was som

But blindness—forced darkness—after everything I’ve endured in the void, it would be a death worse than death. He kneels in front of me, his gloved fingers tilting my chin up so that I’m forced to look into his eyes, those cold mirrors that reflect only my ruin. “Bow to me,” he whispers, soft enough that the arena feels like it’s holding its breath. “Willingly. Submit. And you’ll keep your vision.” His hand brushes beneath my eye, a mockery of a caress. “Refuse… and I’ll burn out the stars in your skull, one by one.”