Why Is Arya Stark Blind Novels & Stories

It was like they had looked into my mind and pulled the words out before I had a chance to say them. “I know that this might not seem important to you all, but I must be honest with everyone. As many of you know, we have a girl here who has been going by the name Aryan Blakley, but her real name is Aryan Blackwood.” Brianna’s words cut through me as if I was as soft as butter.

Rebecca held out the glass of water, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. "This is the glass, the right side of that arm of yours!" Rebecca said telling the position of the glass, "What's wrong with your eyesight, did they ruin it just like yours?" "Sicily, my name is Sicily. I've been blind since I was 10 years old. Back then my mum omega 2 fought to defend me from Luna's attack. I gave up for the safety of my mum and dad," Sicily explained unprompted. "Hem, then what happened after that?" asked Rebecca.

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

he replied. "Awesome, take me inside then," Arya squealed happily. "Not so fast baby girl," Ronald said quickly bringing out a blindfold from his jean pocket. "Hmm, blindfold huh?" Arya muttered biting her lips. "Yeah, now turn the fuck around," Ronald growled and Arya chuckled. Gently, he blindfolded her and carefully led her inside the beach house. * "Voila!!!" Ronald squealed releasing the blindfold from her face. Arya's hands unconsciously flew to her mouth in awe as she slowly turned around taking in the full view of the room.

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.

Nova asks nervously. I nod. “I will be out momentarily - please don’t start without me,” I say and watch as the four women walk off, but then Arya stops when they pass the mirror on the passage wall. She looks at herself and then at me with wide, shocked eyes. “My scars, they’re gone!” she exclaims as tears roll down her face. To be honest, I stopped seeing the scars on her face the moment the Mate Bond clicked, so the fact that they’ve entirely gone is new to me.

He rips open with a deafening yell, coating the rest of her body in hot sticky blood, his body falling with a dull thud, his eyes stay open, staring at me and I'm transported back to another scene like this in my mind. The scent of blood was everywhere, but it's the eyes that haunt me. I was running late to meet them, so I was literally sprinting through the forest, oblivious to my surroundings and I saw Arya first, looking straight at me as she leaned back against the tree. I remember waving at her and wondering why she didn't react, my steps didn't falter until I was by her side, shaking her, kneeling in the blood soaked forest floor. Her blood. I looked around, seeing the others in simila

Behind him, the purifying light from the holy sword pursued relentlessly. Arya moved like a fluttering butterfly, the layered plates of her golden armor spreading as she shot forward as well. Her glowing right hand slammed down in a sudden strike. It landed squarely on Andrew with a loud thud. Andrew felt his heart seize as if it were about to explode. His face twisted in pain, yet his eyes turned even colder as he turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood straight at Arya's face. Arya did not react at all, not even flinching. The blood evaporated instantly in front of her face, erased by the holy light.

Like dye had caked into it. My eyes opened. I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her eyes. Arya’s eyes were green. Always green like mine . But these—these were lighter, a hazel that caught the light wrong. My stomach dropped. I shoved her back, my chest tightening. “You’re not her.” For the first time, the girl’s lips curved into a smile. Cold. Knowing. Before I could react she stabbed me with a dagger “Brandon sends his love,” she whispered.

Akasha sat up and glared in her direction, yet her eyes were still fully white, and I doubted she could see anything. “What am I supposed to do, blind?” she bit out angrily. “If your visions are going to keep coming then, maybe you should train blind, you know as well as I do that eventually your vision won’t come back at all, so start training now.” “You don’t have to remind me.” She bit out. “She will go completely blind?” I asked, confused. It made sense for her to train to fight without having her sight in either case, but that would be terrifying. “Yes.” Ari snapped as Akasha stood and the towel fell to the floor. My jaw dropped, and Ari snickered. “Well, someone is happy.” Catching my