Wounded Third Eye Blind Lyrics Novels & Stories

The powder stung my eyes, burning them. Another sharp stab was accompanied by the heat of the silver. *Help* I cried out through the link. With my eyes blinded, I couldn’t see the next attack and felt the cool blade pierce through my skin, low on my back. I lashed out, trying to inflict any damage I could on the assailants. Fuck, I thought. I was handicapped. In the background, the sounds of Arcas’ and Orion’s beast tearing at each other apart reached my ears. I rubbed my eyes, my vision blurry but my eyes were healing and I could make out the shape of a large shifter, with white hair and violet eyes.

The same woman spoke again, and then I felt someone lifted me in their arms, and we started moving. I open my eyes to see where we are heading, but I still see darkness. What happening? Why cannot see anything? Did I lose my sight? A tear rolled down my face. I'm blind, maybe because of too many wolfbanes in my bloodstream. They don't harm my eyes, and they make sure to hit the part where no damage is left after my lycan healed it. They only hit me on my behind, always just to punish me but not to kill me. They don't want to kill me because they need me alive. After a few minutes, I shivered when the person holding me set me on the cold floor.

A drop of blood dripped down my throat. "Come now, bitch. I have been waiting for this moment all my life. Third time is the charm," he growled as his one eye swirled with rage. "An eye for a fucking eye." ----

Fire should hurt. Shadow should choke. Light should blind. But when you’ve lost enough, when the world has taken everything and left you with nothing but a name and a wound— You stop fearing the burn. You let it eat you. I thought I knew what it meant to hurt. I thought I knew what it meant to fight. I was wrong. The blade isn’t steel anymore. It’s a sun turned inside out, a god screaming in the shape of a weapon, and it’s inside me, burning me from marrow to soul—

My eyes stung. “One last time.” His eyes begged. They spoke. They screamed. They plead. “One last time. Fight. For yourself this time. Not for anyone else. One last time.” ***

My eyes started to hurt real bad, it seems they pained me so much that I could not longer see. I started rubbing them and struggling, "it is enough we must head back to the land," Maltida said and she dragged me back to the land and took me home. I was blind! I was scared and started to panic, when I woke up. "I can't see a thing, who is there?" I shouted. "Calm down Glow, I am here," Maltida said. "My sight is gone I can't see a thing!" I shouted. "Yes, for a while you would be blind the spiritual energy In your eyes need to settle when it does you would be able to see even farther than an eagle," Maltida said.

The awful God forsaken words leaving out of my lips, yet again not only did I watch as his face slowly squeezed with more burning flames inside, but also saw as his eyes clouded back up but not with anything like that of tears. His bright eyes immediately clouding back up, as fast as he could I watch as he scattered everything that was in sight, before looking back at my face, but even though his eyes pleaded with mine to stop doing this to him, still with the "it's for the fucking best" danced back on my head and made my awful legs turned back around to walk out. "You've hurt me beyond compare Iris Bones." "My heart would never be able to forget this"

My eyes, my hands, my chest – all alight with electric blue sparks that explode from my being like electrical branches. A thread of light hits the stones, and everything goes white. Blinding each and every shifter on the battlefield. The brightness collapses leaving us in the dark but still, the battle rages on. I hear the screams, the cries. I’m lying on the ground, my eyes desperately trying to focus on my surroundings. I hear cursing and orders being flung out by Mathias. Slowly my eyes adjust, and I roll over. “What the fuck happened?” “Get up!” Lyric screams at me. “Get up now!”

Her eyes flickered—silver, amethyst, silver, amethyst—shifting like a glitching star. Her body trembled. “Kael,” she whispered, voice cracking as tears slid down her cheek. “He’s… he’s everywhere inside me. I can feel him rewriting me.” Kael shifted back into human form in a rush, stumbling toward her. “I’m here. I’ve got you. I’m not leaving you—” “STOP!” Her voice tore open, layered with that ancient second tone. She flinched as if struck, hand flying to her forehead where the third eye trembled under the skin.

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.