Vanishing Blinds Novels & Stories

“Mrs Hale, could you stay back a moment?” I glance up. “Sure.” As the others file out, I catch sight of Rio’s tall frame outside the glass wall. He’s standing just beyond the door, pretending to scroll through his phone but I know he’s watching. I sigh. “Mr Lombardo, can we pull the blinds down? Please. It’s suffocating having him monitor me all the time.” Ivan arches a brow but doesn’t argue. “Of course.” He presses the control button, and the blinds hum softly as they slide shut. “Better?”

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

He firmly held her wrist and stopped her from going out of the room. Meanwhile, her parents stood there without interfering, as it was their wish for Seth to marry their daughter. Hazel fought hard to take her hand off Seth's grip, but she couldn't. Seeing that her parents never care weakened her body. Immediately the guards who threw Williams out of the house arrived at the lounge, Hazel's body weakened the most. It was clear to her that they had successfully gotten rid of Williams from the mansion. Upon realizing this, more tears flowed down Hazel's eyes as her hand slowly slipped off Seth's grip after he finally loosened his grip on her wrist.

Making my vision blurry. I wanted to remain positive, that’s what Ceen would do if it were me laying in that hospital bed. Problem is, I’m not like Francine. All I could think about was how devastated Vasha was going to be when she found out. God, please don’t let her get any worse. I can’t lose two friends.

“They’ll have to find me first. The power grid’s down. Half the security drones shorted out. No one’s watching anything.” He looked around, noticing the flickering lamp and the cracked mirror. “You’ve seen it too, haven’t you?” Lila’s eyes darted toward the glass. “It’s spreading.” Cade nodded grimly. “Three students vanished tonight. They were all in the same dorm. No signs of struggle—just broken mirrors.” Her heart dropped. “The Veil.” “Yeah,” he said quietly. “And you’re the only one who can stop it.” They sat on the floor in the dim light, trying to piece together what had happened. Lila explained what she saw in the Veil—the Fractured One, Adrian, the shattering of reality. Cade listen

The Shadowfang pack was tearing apart. The poison fog pressed in from all sides, a pale and living wall. It wasn’t mist like the morning haze or a drifting storm cloud,it had weight, and hunger. It clung to the fur and armor of those who stood against it, slinking into lungs, sliding beneath skin like an uninvited whisper. The air itself burned to breathe. From the southern edge of the village, Thalira could see houses vanishing,not crumbling to rubble, not burning,but vanishing, swallowed whole into the void. Their shapes blurred, walls trembling like reflections on disturbed water before melting into nothing at all.

But there was absolutely nothing left in the room… The curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze from the window, bringing in a gust of cold air. Even her scent was beginning to fade away, as if she had simply vanished without a trace. Still the room offered no clues, no hints, nothing to explain where Lilac had gone. It was as if she had been wiped from existence, leaving only the ghostly memories of her laughter and presence.

"The toll cameras caught us on the bridge." "Let them follow," Liam says, his eyes fixed on the winding, dark road ahead. "The access road to the estate hasn't been cleared in years. The overgrowth will shred their tires before they even make it through the gates." "And if they use a chopper?" "The canopy is too thick," he replies, shifting gears as the van grinds up the steep, muddy incline of the mountain road. "We’ll be invisible the second we hit the perimeter." Ten minutes later, the van rattles to a halt against a thick wall of rusted iron gates draped in dead ivy. The property looms out of the mist like a gothic cathedral of wealth and cruelty, its towering brick facade dark and silen

​The tracked industrial sled slammed into a deep depression in the unmapped transit tracks, jarring the small cabin and forcing Vivian to catch herself against the metal frame of the main vanguard bio-pod. Outside the thick, frost-patterned plexiglass windows, the freezing darkness of the continental wasteland had swallowed the mountain ridges entirely, replaced by a screaming whiteout that dropped visibility to absolute zero. ​"He’s losing too much heat," Vivian said, her administrative voice dropping into a sharp, rapid register.

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"