Arthur And The Invisibles 4 Novels & Stories

The border bells woke me at dawn. I stood at the balcony, wrapped in midnight silk, my pelt gleaming with the wild rose vitality of the Pearlcoast Pack. Below, Shawn stood at the checkpoint, his ceremonial leathers disheveled, his posture diminished by the ancient stone framing him like prey. Marga clung to his arm, her jasmine scent cutting aggressively through the morning mist. Behind them, Kurt wore the armor I had forged, and Lydia huddled small, her face pale. They had come uninvited. Unwelcome.

"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

“Make sure she’s awake for us too.” “Yeah,” agreed a comrade, “It’s bad enough to have had that wrinkled mess. I don’t want to feel like I’m screwing a corpse as well.” With his men eagerly monitoring his progress in removing Kendra’s clothing, Olga quickly warned Arthur to remain still no matter what happened. By now, he was familiar with the movement of her lips as she said the invisibility spell. His concern was that Rex lay unconscious only feet away. Did she expect him to become the invisible one?

Mr Blake said "You aren't leaving me..right?" she asked "Yeah of course not..you'll always be in my heart forever Sarah." Mr Blake said holding her hand And she laid her head against his chest while he wrapped his hands over her to comfort and feel her "The children are doing just great..Adrian has already fallen for her and she has too. But..they don't know about that yet." Mr Blake said "It's gonna be a long journey for them to cleansed the arthrosities the gods have done in the natural and supernatural..even the sacrifises of lifes" Sarah said

Has she been with me and in an altogether other place at the same time? Suddenly, I had the weird urge to ask about Arlo. He hasn’t come out from breakfast yet. I thought he would be joining us. “Where’s Arlo?” I ask aloud. “Right here,” he tells me, but I cannot see him. I look around us, behind me. To the house. “Right beside you,” he laughs. The warm sensation of a hand on my arm has me yelping aloud, which only makes Calley laugh. “Arlo has the gift of invisibility, it seems,” Theseus grins, “apt, considering your twins, I suppose.”

I asked, my voice tight. ​"You’re checking the ley lines," Leo said, stepping up to my other side. "Your fingers are twitching. You’re looking for a pulse that isn't there." ​"Because there is a pulse," I countered, stopping near the fountain. ​The North Quad was filled with students. Some were studying, some were tossing a frisbee, but a group of five sat perfectly still on the edge of the fountain. They were the "Invisibles"—the ones the Gene hadn't claimed. Usually, the Invisibles were loud, chaotic, and vibrant. These five were different. They sat in a perfect pentagon, their hands resting on their knees, their gazes fixed on the mountain range where the Black Mountain used to pierce the

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 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