Arthur And The Invisibles 4 Novels & Stories

The next words he’d planned to say caught in his throat and never made it out. In that moment, Edward caught himself wondering—how perfect would it be if his future partner were someone who loved watches as much as he did… “Edward?” Violet’s voice pulled him back to earth. He blinked, cleared his throat. “Ah—right. Next, you’ll record the time deviation.” He pointed toward a white timing machine beside her, about the size of a game controller, with a small built-in screen. “Dylan will show you how to use it in a sec,” Edward said, giving quick instructions before heading out of the room.

My chest tightened. The drawing wasn't remarkable. Children drew families every day. The labels underneath made it remarkable. Mom. Me. Uncle Edwin. Arthur. I looked again. Arthur. The fourth figure wasn't Elias Vale. It was Arthur. The room seemed to tilt slightly. "Lucian." My voice came out quieter than intended. He crossed immediately. Then frowned. Then looked at the drawing again. And again. Mara joined us. Vivian too. Nobody spoke for several seconds. Finally Mara said,

My arm settles around Aurora’s shoulders on instinct, pulling her into my side protectively. Arthur’s eyes keep scanning the room, again and again, as if the intruder might materialize out of thin air if he stares hard enough. His jaw tightens every time his gaze lands on the open closet, the overturned drawers, the scattered clothes that still carry her scent. He turns to me. “You sensed something,” he says. Not a question. A confirmation. “Yes,” I answer, already piecing it together even as my wolf presses forward, irritated. “They don’t appear in the videos because they were already inside the room. They waited until the house was loud enough to hide movement.”

5 | STRANGE THINGS Arther entered to his Blake Light Pack with his footsteps that looked very fast about right now on there. Arther's right palm which was holding on the bag of containing the cakes and breads even looked so much red right now, because Arther had already tightened of his grip on there right now. Arther didn't even pay attention to all of the stares and even of the respectful greetings that had already been given by all of the omegas in his Pack about on there right now.

PROJECT ZERO REDIRECTED TO SECONDARY SITE: THE GLASS HOUSE. ​"It’s not over," Arthur said, appearing at the edge of the woods. "They’re going back to where it started. They're going to burn the evidence with you in it."

Anthony was coming at him again when he quickly got back on his feet and caught Anthony on the neck, repeatedly stabbing his stomach with his claws and laughing. “Time to say bye-bye.” His eyes turned red, his grip hardening as he aimed at crushing Anthony's neck. He sniffed in deeply with his eyes shut… another creature was in the hall. The creature was invisible, scentless and soundless. A sly smile crossed Alfred's face. Srymium zoomed forward to slice Alfred's throat in his invisible form but was caught on the neck by Alfred. “I saw you, invisible boy.” He smiled at a struggling Srymium.

I'm a hunter but I don't posses what others do, I sigh taking slow strides, I stop to a halt on hearing whispers, I look behind me to check but no one's there, I move a little forward , I see two people talking on hush tones, I strain my eyes to see who it is, naturally my eyes zoom in on them I could see them clearly even from afar, I could recognize one as goofy(Arthur) and the other is a freaking handsome dude, I watch them talk about few things and I see him pull Arthur in for a hug, before placing a peck on his lips

The storm got stronger so Caddaric couldn’t open his eyes for once, yet moved in slowly through the storm. Suddenly, he felt a strange presence as well as a familiar one. Confusion brewed in his mind because he had one arm tightly wrapped around Cassandra so if he used his right arm around Ariana, then how would he get hold of Invisible? He realized too late that Invisible chose this location for this very purpose, and his teeth ground together. He began to feel Cassandra’s grip loosen on his and screamed, “Cassa, don’t move.” It was too late again because she tore herself from him all at once or that Invisible had torn her from him. He could still feel her close and began ambling in her dir

Sarah's heart sank as she saw Brie, Clara's assistant, and several other familiar faces. "You see, I've been playing a little game with you," Arthur said, his voice dripping with malice. "And now, it's time for the final act." Sarah felt a surge of fear as Arthur's henchmen moved to surround them. Luke stood tall, his eyes fixed on Arthur. "You're not going to get away with this," Luke said, his voice firm. Arthur laughed. "Oh, I think I will," he said. "You see, I have insurance. And with this insurance, I'll be able to walk away scot-free."

The beast did not move with noise, but with suggestion—a ripple in the spirit, a whisper in the marrow. Arthur no longer had his voice, but he had memory. Each step he took across the broken earth was a declaration, unsaid but undeniable. He saw the images flash across the darkening horizon—visions conjured by Vurnex to tear at what was left of his soul: Isabella burning at the altar, Father Michael impaled on a blackened staff, Catherine laughing with hollow eyes as she watched the Hollow collapse. But Arthur did not flinch. He did not falter. He moved with purpose, drawing from within what could not be spoken.