Writing A Blind Character Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t deserve that look.” “Enough,” I said sharply, stepping back. Jacob’s smile widened, but there was no humor in it. “You think I don’t see it? You’re pretending. Acting like you’re happy with him… with that blind man.” The venom in his voice made my skin crawl. “Don’t talk about him like that.” “Why not? He’s blind, Charlotte. He can’t even see your face. He can’t protect you, can’t love you the way I did ”

His eyes, which used to be clouded with mist, were now cold and piercing. "Excuse me." His voice was indifferent as his gaze swept past me through the lenses of his glasses, like he was looking at a stranger. Ther wasn’t even a moment of hesitation. Surrounded by bodyguards, he walked up to the stage. As he passed me, a faint, crisp scent of wood lingered in the air. I stood frozen, taking a few seconds to react. For those two years by his side, Liam was at his lowest. He was cast out of the Hughes family after going blind from the car accident, so he had no idea what I looked like.

His piercing gaze bore into mine, as if he could see right through me. In that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder—was Ethan truly blind? Everyone said he was partially blind, unable to recognize faces, but it felt like he could see everything. His eyes were striking, almost glowing. And contrary to the rumors, he wasn’t old. No, Ethan was a man in his prime—a powerful wolf at the peak of his dominance. “Unfortunately for you, you won’t be Mrs. Darnell for much longer,” he said coldly. “A shameless woman like you doesn’t deserve to be here.”

Dillian laughed provocatively, a mischievous smile dancing across his lips. “That’s true…” I growled sarcastically, baring my fangs as I watched Dillian avoid my eyes in unease, surprising everyone. “It is a fact that my mate has been blind since birth. It is also true that Nocturnus marked her with his magic. Doesn’t that make you question why? Why would the Moon Goddess assign a blind she-wolf to her most loyal and supreme warrior? Why would the Dark God go through the trouble of marking her instead of killing her?”

he said to me with his gaze filled with worry. "Yes, I will, I promise," I rushed out as I scanned the menu I knew all too well. "Okay, fine. The food should be ready soon," he informed me as he looked around the place. I wonder what he could see. I mean, obviously he could see auras now but did that mean that he could see faint objects or outlines of things? What would it be like if one was blind? What if I was blind? “What is it like being blind?" The words tumbled out of my mouth without permission and I quickly slapped a hand around my mouth while feeling guilty for even saying it.

No one dared to admire the cursed blind prince. It was that same cursed blind prince that took Diana's attention. The blind prince that had no one to support him with his movement even though he was blind.

I turn to look at her and let my eyes take on the characteristic stillness of the blind. She turns away and I smile. I may be blind, but I can see things she can never hope to see.

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

Just then, I heard the sound of heels outside the door, along with the tap of a cane against the floor. Evelyn was back. I instinctively hid the form behind me, slipping it into the gap in the couch. The door opened to Evelyn stepping in. She carefully felt her way forward while holding her cane. Her acting was terrible. She didn't look anything like a blind person. How did I ever believe her so completely? It was probably because I loved Evelyn. Love made one blind. And it turned out I was the one who had been blind all along. Evelyn didn't notice anything off about me. She felt her way over to the couch and wrapped her arms around my waist.

The Blind Alpha. His eyes were pale and vacant, unfocused, blank, not looking at anything. Across his right brow ran a scar, then followed it into his hair of silver. He offered no reaction when we stopped in front of him. Didn’t have to. The room was beginning to accommodate his presence.. “State your plea,” one of the elders said. I knelt to the ground. The stone dug into my skin. ‎ ‎Cold and hard, The stone cut into my flesh. I buried my forehead in the ground, bowing.