Arthur And Invisible นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Arthur.” The answer was not what I expected and for a moment I could not respond. Arthur had hidden records, amended trusts, launched investigations and preserved secrets. The more Evelyn spoke, the less he sounded like a distant dead man and the more he felt like someone still standing behind all of us, moving pieces with a hand nobody had seen clearly.

Vivian whispered, her breath ghosting in the chill air. Arthur stepped into her space, his massive frame completely shielding her from the open corridor. He reached out, his large, gloved hand gripping the back of her neck. His thumb stroked her jawline with a sudden, rough intensity that had nothing to do with tactics. His silver-blue eyes, visible even through the shadows, burned with a dark, possessive heat. "He’s trying to draw us out," Arthur murmured, his low voice vibrating directly against her chest. "But he forgot one thing."

"Alright!" *** Arthur, having received reports from his men, extended his patrol late into the night. The night wind was bone-chilling, and the moonlight was nowhere to be seen. As Arthur drove through a desolate neighborhood in his patrol car, he suddenly braked at the sight of something unfolding ahead. A fight had broken out—but it wasn't a clash between vampires and humans. It was vampire against vampire. It appeared that Joe Blavatnik’s men, the pro-human faction, had already made their move. They were fighting tooth and nail, and Arthur could only watch from a distance.

Not only that, but he also lost control and slaughtered dozens of South soldiers, making her really angry. The whole body of the so-called "secret weapon" was then dyed red with blood. His eyes were red; there was no trace of humanity that once stared at her while still holding the head of an unlucky person in his hand. Before he fell, Irene realized that for a few seconds those eyes had softened and seemed to have something to say as she looked in her direction. After that battle, Arthur was once again hidden, thus disappearing from this world, or imprisoned and brutally trained by the insane Duke of Marcus Karlson.

It was just me who could see her, not even Penny who was being tortured by her. Mrs Agatha, our teacher demanded what was wrong through sign language. But I was still slow in learning sign language, so I couldn't explain. I kept pointing ahead of me at the old lady, but Mrs Agatha just snapped her head at the lady, and then back to me with her face scrunched up in confusion. That was when I knew it was just me who could see the evil lady. That she was invisible to everyone, except me.

Arthur is still screaming, pushing everyone off of him. “You can’t keep me in here!” he shouts. “You can’t lock me in here like some sort of prisoner!” He lands on the ground upright, and just like that, he starts to lunge at Gammie. “NO!” Nancy yells and holds her hand out. Some kind of invisible force appears midair, throwing Arthur back. He collapses on the floor near the bed, unconscious. The whole room is silent. We’re all staring at Arthur as the nurses lift him from the floor and put him back on the bed, securing him with more restraints for when he wakes up. Duke Basset walks over to us, his eyes red with tears.

Alice gasped in surprise when she saw Olga appear out of thin air, but the squeeze on her upper arm from Arthur quickly silenced her. “I need a few seconds to rework the spell,” she said in a voice that was so low it barely earned the label of whisper to whoever could hear or read her lips. Since they’d already witnessed her making Rex invisible so that he could attack the rogue amazons with an advantage, the invisibility spell was well accepted. Rex insisted that they hold each other’s hands while exiting the compound to avoid losing anyone. After all, they weren’t just invisible to the amazons. They were also invisible to each other.

But what was even weird, is how his face kept changing and switching from Arthur's to Mark's. “What is this? What's with your face?” She asked out of the blue. Arthur laughed out loud, like a thunderous storm and said nothing. “Now that I've got you. Let's get back to business,” he said, bending to pick her by her legs. “Don't you fucking touch me you monster,” she yelled, kicking him but it didn't even hit him. It was like he's invisible. “What.…” She was interrupted by the sudden hands on her legs that began dragging her into the desolated house.

Arthur glanced at him, his expression unreadable. "How quaint," Alaric murmured in his tone that was laced with icy amusement. His voice, though not loud, seemed to ripple across the room. A few heads turned, startled by the sound, but they quickly looked away, unwilling to hold his gaze. He resumed walking, slower this time. "Tell me, Arthur," he said over his shoulder, his voice carrying a calm yet unmistakable edge, "is this their custom? To treat their leader as though he were invisible?"

A dozen men in matte-black tactical gear fanned out behind him, their red laser sights dancing across the crates like hungry insects. ​"Vivienne," Arthur said, his voice echoing with a haunting, paternal warmth. "I told you I would find you." ​"Stay back!" Vivienne cried, raising her pistol. Her hands were shaking, the weight of the gun feeling like a lead weight. ​"Put it down, sweetheart," Arthur said, continuing to walk toward her. He looked older, his face etched with the lines of his recent binge, but his eyes were bright with a terrifying, delusional light. "I know he’s brainwashed you. I know he’s used his 'Ghost' tricks to make you think he’s your savior. But I’m here now. I’ve come