Why Does Arya Go Blind Novels & Stories

Aria "Zane, you weren't born blind." King Kaida said in a tired voice. Aria could see how much he was struggling to continue talking. the slight pain that reflected on his face now and then told her how much having a conversation must have hurt King Kaida. but that didn't take away what he said. His words felt like bombs explored in Aria's ear. She couldn't imagine how Prince Zane felt, he had always known that his blindsight wasn't normal. but he had lived his whole life believing that something was wrong with him because he was born with strange eyes that couldn't see.

When he tried to comfort me, I rejected him, "Stop pretending! I don't want to hear it!" He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, just staring at me blankly. His eyes showed rare regret, but I had no interest in forgiving him. Nathan's gaze shifted from my hardened profile to my leg. He suddenly frowned, "Your leg... it's bleeding badly." The left leg of my pants was stained with an alarming patch of red. Blood was dripping down my calf onto the car mat, a horrifying sight. "Thanks to you, this leg might be ruined forever."

"As long as your eyes are still okay, it's not a big deal, right? The doctor said it wouldn't have much of an impact. I just can't bear to see you become blind. Celine had constantly told me how painful a blind person's world was, and I was really starting to lose patience with it." Realizing he might have been too harsh earlier, Cedric softened, trying to soothe me. "I thought you were purposely trying to make me blind," I replied sarcastically, ignoring Cedric's attempts to appease me. I walked with Cedric toward the hill behind the house where we often went for walks. As my vision faded from blurry shapes to complete darkness, I realized the sky had already turned dark. I had no choice bu

He leaned back in the seat, staring through the windshield at the dark road ahead. What if it was all a game? What if Arya really did leave something out or she didn't understand the full thing?

Hands raised. Damn... he's big. You can't handle him, Auri. I will. Arya pressed forward in my consciousness, and I tried to free myself from the sled vines. My mouth began to water as the shift began. The pain was less than the first time, but it still made me double over and groan as she surged into control and my body contorted. But the shift stalled, both of us too weak to survive it, and she faded with a weak, pained whine. I wasn't long after her, crumpling to the ground in a heap as the man's hazy figure rushed toward us.

“All this time… it was you?” “Yes,” I confess, the word tasting like ash in my mouth and her eyes, though unseeing, seem to pierce through me. “Your blindness... it’s a consequence of seeing the supernatural in its purest form. It’s a protection, a mercy in a way. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what it saw, so it shut down your sight to protect you.” She stops her futile attempts to push me away, her breaths coming out in short, unsteady gasps. Sensing her hesitation, I gently place my hands on either side of her head, careful not to startle her.

Arya's POV My eyes eased open to darkness; my vision was blurry, and it took me a few seconds to adjust to the room. I groan as my head pounds and try to raise my hand to touch it, but they are bound by something. Who could have kidnapped me? I close my eyes and try to connect with my brother, but a mental block prevents me. Whosoever drugged me must have used enough wolfsbane to knock out my Lycan.

For Ayra, it was a desperate attempt to channel the storm raging within. The wooden blades clashed, the dull thud echoing through the arena. Elara, surprised by Ayra's uncharacteristic aggression, stumbled back a step. Ayra pressed her advantage, unleashing a flurry of attacks, each strike fueled by a year's worth of simmering hatred. Elara, caught off guard by the sudden shift in tempo, struggled to defend herself. Ayra's blade sang through the air, a blur of vengeance. Just as Ayra landed a blow that would have sent Elara sprawling, a sharp whistle pierced the air.

Shouldn’t he have some immunity? She wasn’t sure what to make of the events unfolding before her. She had never used her aura before. She wasn’t expecting it to do this. To be that powerful. She was scared to keep the command up any longer. She slowly pulled her aura back allowing everyone to get to their feet. The moment Alpha Mitchell stood up Arya’s attention snapped to him. She noticed he was beat red. His jaw was clenched, and his fists were balled. He looked like he was ready to kill her.

In fact, he probably even forgot that today was our marking anniversary celebration. I fell to the carpeted ground in a disheveled heap, watching coldly as he carried Isabelle in his arms and ran out of the event hall. Yet, a cold smirk appeared on my lips. In my past life, when I was blinded by the silver dust, Gabriel had simply summoned a maid leisurely to take a look at me. He kept trying to stall for time until my eyes were completely corroded by the silver dust and thus beyond salvation, before he finally decided that I should perhaps be sent to the healing center.