Arthur And The Invisibles 4 Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

Evelyn peeked through the opening and felt her breath hitch. The door led directly into another master suite, one that reeked heavily of cedarwood, scotch, and leather. She saw a huge desk covered with stacks of legal documents, a collection of high-end surveillance monitors glowing faintly in the dark, and a minimalist bed. It was Arthur’s private quarters. Arthur stood in the doorway, his tall frame completely blocking the light from his room. He looked down at her, his expression a chilling mix of absolute dominance and clinical detachment. “This door remains unlocked from my side at all times,” Arthur stated, his voice dropping into a low growl that sent a shiver straight down Evelyn’s s

I wrap my arms around his waist and steal a glance over my shoulder, biting back a gasp as books lift off the ground and his shadows dance in the shape of… wolves. “Aris?” A roar rips from the darkness. I can’t choke back the scream of alarm that escapes my throat, especially when Aris whirls around, shoves me into the shadows, and disappears in a gust of silver smoke. He’s completely invisible. A shadow. And then… the battle ensues. *** “You need to explain why,” Aris snarls, his hands braced on Arthur’s cluttered desk, “why the fuck you had a hellhound hidden in the archives!”

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."

As I approached the end of the hall, I peeked around the corner. Nothing appeared out of order. The door was still locked and closed, the TV was off and stayed mounted on the wall, and all the furniture still stood in place. Even Arthur remained on the couch, fast asleep. I was about to search the kitchen when the screaming started again from the living room. “No! Please, no!” I turned around to see Arthur thrashing against some invisible foe. His arms flailed; his legs kicked. His face scrunched, tears staining his cheeks.

As soon as she had moved aside enough for me to squeeze through I did just that, Elijah following me into the room a few seconds later. The room that Arthur was hiding in was mostly empty with a few boxes stacked in one corner. He was sitting with his back against those boxes, holding his knees and mumbling something incoherently under his breath. I could see why my mom wanted me to take pity on him, he looked so pathetic when he didn’t have his powers to fall back on. He was still a monster though, I couldn’t forget that. Just thinking of some of the things that he had done made my blood run cold. If I didn’t stop him now then he would just do this again to someone else. But thinking about

This earned a raised brow from the Student Council Secretary as well as to the Photography Club member. “Is that so?” Albert said, his voice full of uncertainty towards the male fourth year student. “Or is there something else that you needed, that is why you went here?” he inquired more about Arthur. “Um.. um… yeah. Nothing more. Anyway, I have to go now. I’ll let you be. See you around tomorrow.” Arthur said and hurriedly removed himself from the awkward situation. He immediately went between the two rookie undercover spies and sped off into the late afternoon, not even looking back. This made Hestia and Albert raise their brows more as they wonder what might be the business of Arthur bein

Olivia Arthur’s words flip a switch in the people behind us. They charge at the guardians with deep howls, gripping the handle of their flashing swords. I stomp on the closest guardian's foot and elbow him in the face. He steps back enough for me to slip between him and the next guardian. This happens quickly, too quickly. So quickly that I don't realize what I'm doing until it has happened. A few feet away from me, Arthur is snapping his sword down on a guardian. He catches his unprotected shoulder and the man sinks to his knees with a growl. Arthur delivers the final blow and moves on to the next guardian.

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.