Arthur And Invisible Novels & Stories

“What are you doing here? I thought we said we’d meet at the workshop.” The words clicked instantly. Violet whipped her gaze back to the old man. Her lips parted in stunned silence before her voice finally returned. “So… you’re Mr. Reinhardt. It’s an honor. I’m Violet.” Josef raised a brow at Edward, then looked back at her. “So you’re the Violet he’s been talking about—the new apprentice.” The owner looked between the three of them, amused. “Ah, so you do know each other. If I’d known, you two wouldn’t have had to fight over the tart. Perfect—now you can share it.”

he said, his voice a few octaves lower. I scoffed, shaking my head. "Doesn't matter? It’s been five years Simon. What happened to your fucking name and when did you suddenly become fucking Arthur?” I screamed, unable to curb the emotions that rushed through me. “It doesn’t matter.” He said, each word sounding like a command and his voice hinting that that was the end of the conversation. He pulled open a drawer and picked out a small bottle, “I’m going to apply this on your injured hand, it should help it heal a lot faster without leaving a scar and most importantly, it should mask the smell of blood.”

Zak groans, scandalized. I don’t have a pup in my arms like Zak, so I dramatically slap my hands over my ears and start humming The Star-Spangled Banner at full volume. Loudly. Off-key. Proudly. The room explodes into laughter—at our expense, of course. But then everything shifts. Devin and Arya both go quiet, their eyes distant—the unmistakable look of a mindlink. Without a word, they step out of the room. Trying to be subtle. As if we wouldn’t immediately clock that something was up.

"Irina is a Psycho. She might even kill your entire family" he said with panic and true concern. Arthur is not a fool nor neither is he delusional. He knows that when the time comes to finish this game of hide and seek, Irina would wage a war against the Ernest clan. He used to be scared of that prospect before. But now, not so much. His fears were not baseless in the past. And not his courage now either. His clan is not as strong as the Ravens. Still, it is not. But there is a difference now. The Ravens are splitting. There is an invisible wall between Irina and Raphael. Now, there is an internal war going on in the Raven clan. Arthur is sure that Raphael will win and Irina is going to tast

Niffa said as she run to catch up with the old man. “I’m telling you this for the last time, do not go in there,” he said and leave Niffa outside. Niffa was confused, she wanted to convince the old man. The sky was bright but cloudy, she cannot feel the sun that mostly had warmth on her skin. The place was cold as she look around, the place was surrounded by huge trees. She was like in the middle of a circle space. She look at the wooden hut, the old man was inside. Niffa decided to escape, she run slowly making no sounds of heavy footsteps. She should suppose to step inside the dark forest but she hit an invisible wall and she falls to the ground. She stands up groaning in pain, she decided

"He doesn't have the stomach for a real fight. He is a coward who hides behind lawyers and mistresses." Arthur set his glass down on the table. He took a step closer to her, his massive body casting a long, dark shadow over her in the firelight. The silence in the room grew heavy with a sudden, suffocating heat. The sound of the rain outside seemed to fade away, replaced by the quiet, fast rhythm of Evelyn's own breathing. Arthur’s eyes drifted down. He looked at the deep V of her silk robe, tracing the pale skin of her collarbones, the slow rise and fall of her chest.

Was it Mom and Dad? Had they finally realized I was missing and come back for me? The door creaked open, but the one who walked in was a stranger in a thick down coat. The light in my eyes dimmed at once, and a faint, self-mocking smile tugged at my lips. I had overthought it again. When the man saw me, he froze in surprise.

I slammed the engine to life, the tires spinning in the dirt as I floored it. "Darius, my father!" Iris looked back. Arthur was standing in the middle of the clearing, clutching his ledger to his chest as the red mist swallowed him whole. He didn't scream. He just vanished into the crimson dark, the leather-bound book the last thing I saw before the fog claimed him. I didn't look back. I drove like a man possessed, the van bouncing over the uneven terrain as we raced away from the gorge. "We're just humans in a van, Iris," I said, a dark, hysterical laugh bubbling up as I checked the rearview mirror. "No pack, no palace, and a world that’s currently turning into a horror show."

A masculine voice said from behind. The two girls turned backwards and saw a guy with brown hair combed backwards, with black glasses and wearing a Jurassic Park tshirt. Amy knew who he was, he was Jeremy Price, they were classmates in Literature class. He was one of the best students, with good grades and knowledge with everything related to Technology. "I'm sorry girls, I hope I didn't scare you. I'm just trying to recruit as many people as possible. It was my idea to have the play and convince Mr. Geller. He might even give extra points to the students that participate." Jeremy said.

Arthur whispered, his voice barely audible, “I can’t... let go...” Mira glanced at him, her expression softening with pity. “Hold on, Arthur. I’m going to get you through this.” Tony leaned closer, his hand resting on Arthur’s shoulder. “Stay with us, Arthur. Don’t let them win.” Arthur didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The darkness was too strong, too tempting. The hallucinations came in waves—memories distorted into nightmares, familiar faces twisted with malice. Elara’s face floated before him, but this time, her eyes were cold, accusing. She whispered his name, but it wasn’t in love; it was in contempt.