Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

Me: "Moonstone powder and mistletoe." Melinda: "Cloak me now so none may know." Me: "Cloak me now so none may know." Melinda: "Silver blade and darkness deep," Me: "Silver blade and darkness deep," Melinda: "Invisibility now is mine to keep." Me: "Invisibility now is mine to keep." "Now, you can open your eyes," Melinda stated.

Pain shot through me as Christabel, our maid tried to remove the piece of glass stuck in my palm. Tears flowed down my cheek as I gasped for air. I placed my second palm on my face. The thought of something bad happening to Fabio ran across my mind. Knew it won't be easy and that I would suffer more in Lorenzo's hands. Not when Viola and the rest are angry at me.

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.

The chandeliers swung wildly, candles flinging red wax everywhere. Then pieces of the floor **vanished**. One second, there was marble under a group of players near the left wall. The next, there was a yawning chasm—black, bottomless, hungry. They screamed as they dropped, fading too fast, swallowed by nothing. The edges of the hole frayed like torn cloth. The main staircase twisted, steps warping into a spiral that led up to nowhere and down to a door that hadn’t been there before. Railings stretched like taffy, then snapped back, flinging a player across the hall.

The wheelchair slowly moved and disappeared into the shadows of the porch. I drew the curtains over, shutting out both the night, and him.

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

“But I remember how the apartment developer was one of the clients in the company. The party was held in one of the units in that apartment, right, Madame? Of course, you can see how the electronics there are from our company.” Vivian could see how Marlon was glancing at her from the rearview mirror, but she could only look away from the man. How could she see the electronics in the apartment when she was wearing a blindfold to cover her eyes? When she was still outside the penthouse, she didn't pay much attention to her surroundings because she was too nervous, and once she was inside, she couldn't see anything because of the blindfold. So, she didn't know that the electronics in that place

Across the gray, starving skyline of New York, the truth began to scroll in letters fifty feet high. ​LIQUIDATION 2024: A FABRICATION. ​THE VANCE DEBT: VOID. ​THE ARCHITECT: ARTHUR VANE. ​THE DELETED: YOU EXIST. ​"The whole city can see it," I whispered, watching the names of the "Zeroed" flicker across the glass of the neighboring skyscrapers. ​ ​Julian lunged for me, a desperate, feral snarl escaping his lips, but Damian caught him mid-air, pinning him against the glass.

Definitely not in here that it's emanating from. Reaching over to the nightstand, I turn it off. Pulling the blankets off me, I silently pad across the carpet on the floor to the windows. Light from the white streetlamp filters in through the blinds. I step to the side of the window and make it so that I won't be visible from the outside. I don't see anything. Yet. I scan the street quickly, but efficiently. Nothing. No. There. That black van. It's out of place.

By the end of the test, the doctor's brows were deeply furrowed. "This..." He murmured under his breath. "It shouldn't be possible."Lucas felt his throat tighten. "Doctor?" The older man looked at him gravely. "I believe your sense of pheromones is severely impaired."Lucas frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means your body doesn't process pheromones the way most people do."Lucas stared blankly. "So...?" The doctor folded his hands together. "Simply put..." "You are pheromone blind.”