Arthur And The Invisibles 4 Novels & Stories

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.

It was just me and the squirrel-spider, whose head I could see out of the corner of my eye. Not having anything else to do, I continued my efforts. I planned to break through to the adjacent world, and never come back. They probably wouldn’t even save me a slice of pie. I sank into the hot thumbprint in the middle of my head. I was close. I don’t know how much time passed but it was starting to get dark when Arthur returned, alone. I saw it, then. All around him, a slight glow. Like light seeping out from around a closed door. I pushed. With all my might I pushed the door open.

Song: Greedy by Tate Mcrae Dani Pov Arthurs kiss was a shield in a battlefield, blocking away all threats and fears, melting them away, leaving none in my sight. My hands curled around the side of my dress as i stared at my reflection in the mirror, my hair was wet and in a little tangle due to the slight drizzle from outside, Arthur was behind me, his back facing me as he peeled off his shirt, i swallowed at the sight of him and returned my eyes back to myself, my fingers reached for the zipper on my back and struggled to reach it but the invisible zipper remained hidden.

Lumiére muttered, attempting to clarify his intentions. Arin couldn't help but snort in disbelief at Lumiére's claim. "I love how you think you're invisible," he spat sarcastically, his tone laced with skepticism. Lumiére, undeterred by Arin's skepticism, met his gaze with a determined expression. He arched an eyebrow and retorted, "... I actually possess the ability to become invisible. Remember? It's one of my special abilities." Arin let out a weary sigh, his hand raking through his hair in frustration. Lumiére could see the exhaustion etched on Arin's face, clear evidence of his inner turmoil.

I faint. ☆▪☆ I sit in the room I saw Charles painting and decorating. It feels like just an hour ago when he asked me if I liked the colours. It still feels like I have a bump. But anytime I place my hand on it, I become more aware that there's nothing there. That she's gone. My daughter is gone. Zion is dead. Zion.

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.

A small hand slipped out from under the fur to grab hold of the hem of Izzy’s tunic. “Will we see me grandmither soon?” “I hope so, Siofra.” Gair scowled. They were taking the girl to her grandmother? Would that not be the first place her family would look for her? He would have to get the particulars before they got to the woman’s home. Perhaps the bush on the other side of the falls would give them enough cover for some food and a conversation. He watched Izzy and Siofra step behind the falls. They seemed to simply disappear. He shook his head in disbelief. His wife really could turn invisible. Just like the fae are rumored to do.

the familiar commands. Arthur and Zack swing their legs over the rusting metal, I try to find my balance and hoist myself up and over the barrier. I feel Arthur’s strong hands slide under my arm and help me. “No touching. The familiar hisses, but Arthur ignores it. A second later a crack sounding like a whip slicing through air assaults our ear drums. It only takes a second to see blood dripping down Arthur’s face. He has four jagged gashes running from his left temple down to his chin.

Here we go. The world dissolved. The concrete room vanished. The hum of the servers faded. I was standing in a void. A vast, dark cathedral made of glass and light. This was the Network. "Hello, Elias," a voice boomed. I looked up. A figure stood on a pulpit made of fiber optic cables. It was Arthur. But he looked different. He was gigantic, a construct of static and rage. He wore a crown of fire. "You can't stop me," Arthur roared. "I am the code now. I am the signal!"

Hall earlier that day, but when she opened her bag, she found a printed sheet inside that she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t signed. It simply said: “You’re opening your eyes, Invisible Doctor. Be careful. Some things were never meant to be seen.”