Why Does Arya Go Blind Novels & Stories

Yara’s POV The moment Beth sent the video, I opened it. At first, I only saw Daniel and Caroline sitting close together, talking in low voices. The camera angle was not perfect, but it was clear enough. Clear enough for me to see their faces. Clear enough for me to hear their voices. Then I heard the words that made my whole body go cold. My blindness had not been an accident. It had not been bad luck. It had not been some cruel twist of fate.

The last thing I remember was standing in front of my parents frame and hearing hands bang on the hallway door. “Not.. nothing..” she stutters helplessly as she breaks eye contact with me and bow her head down. I lift her face up aggressively by her jaw. Damn! I said in my head. I have never paid attention to Arya since we got married only for me to realize what beauty she holds. Her bright blue eyes, straight black hair and her full pink lips almost got me distracted for a second there. “you.. You.. are …hurting me!” Her gentle voice barely above a whisper as her attractive pink lips tremble in fear.

He crossed the distance in two strides, scooped Vivienne off the floor and into his arms. He checked her arm, his eyes full of concern. He never once looked at me. He stepped right over my body lying in a pool of blood. He carried Vivienne toward the door. "You'd better pray she's alright." The door slammed shut. Years of forced Power Transfers had gutted my wolf. I'd lost the healing ability every werewolf was born with. The pain dragged me under. My vision went black at the edges. Before I lost consciousness completely, I fumbled the phone from my pocket.

Aria POV I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. If I had looked back, I would have seen the devastation on his face, the shattered ruin of the boy I had loved, and I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that my resolve would crumble. So I walked. I put one foot in front of the other, my movements stiff and robotic, my gaze fixed on the sterile, white wall at the end of the hall. Each step was an act of self-preservation, a desperate, frantic flight from the pain that was chasing me, nipping at my heels.

Alaric stared down at his hand. But.. I didn't smack her that hard, why is she still bleeding? “There's no need to kill me,” Violet said, “Pass me the knife, I'll do it myself.” Alaric scooped Violet into his arms and started walking to the guest house across Kian's building. Violet didn't struggle. Alaric already put a spell surrounding the nerves around her brain so she was unable to make a single movement. The next thing she felt was her back hittting a soft bed.

She sighed as she pulled her hand out of his chest with his heart. He slowly slumped to the ground, and the dog next to him whimpered before running off. The dog didn’t make it too far before he stepped on a mine and blew himself up. The explosion wasn’t huge, but it was enough to turn the dog into a red mist and splatter onto Aryan. “What the hell?” Liam asked, half-winded as he stopped beside me. “That is my girl.” My voice was filled with unmasked pride. Soon Aryan was standing next to me, wiping residue of blood off the silver fur that surrounded her beast-like face. “How likely would it be to move the mines out of the ground and place them in that wall?”

Who smiles all the time? "Don't force yourself. Just take it slow and eventually, they'll come back to you" "Okay, put me down. I've had enough" "As you wish" he answers too quickly. To my horror, he removes his arm and pushes me down. A scream lodges in my throat but nothing comes out. I'm too shocked to make a sound. I see my life flashing before my eyes as gravity pulls me to the ground but hands catch me before I fall. At the moment just before he catches me, images zoom past my mind. Of a young boy and girl sitting on the stairs and laughing. Kissing, making love, separating. When I came back to Arctic Warriors and saw him again then in the woods where...he's trying to kill me? What the

“With your sacrifice, the world will be a better place. You should be proud. Don’t fight it. You won’t feel a thing. I will make their deaths a quick one.” The world around me became dark and my eyes got heavy. She was literally sucking the life out of me. I could feel it, and she was right. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t natural either. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want the people I loved to die. I needed to fight for them. I needed to stop her. This wasn’t right. It couldn’t end like this. Please, somebody help me. Please! With everything I had in me, I pleaded and pushed out grasping mentally at anything. And then I heard a soft, angelic voice that filled me with hope. One I never hea

“ Please... Please.. I beg you.... Please. “ Arya cried but Bellamy paid no attention to her. " Your judgement is death by fire. The same death you wished to give a person is given to you.“ Bellamy said and her eyes glowed red in anger. She shot fire balls from her hand and Arya screamed when it hit her. “ Please, stop. Stop! Please! " She screamed in agony. “ You're a criminal. " She said weakly as she fell. The fog fell slowly and by the time it disappeared, Arya disappeared with it. “ Bellamy. " Archer shouted as he ran towards her.

His main concern was being rejected because of his looks. Though Wynter had put in efforts to groom him well, it had been so long that he had even forgotten how he looked in the first place. Two people could be considered blind in this situation: one, Shadrach, who was literally blind, and two, Wynter, who was blinded by her love for him, so physical appearance didn’t matter to her. But her family wasn’t blinded by anything; they would definitely want the best for their daughter, and he was sure he looked like a mess at that moment.