Arthur And The Invisibles Cast 2 Novels & Stories

I could see them now. Vincent stood near the base of the core structure, his arms crossed, looking up at the glowing blue sphere with an expression of pure greed. Beside him, Elvira Calder looked bored, elegant even in this industrial dungeon, checking her nails as if she were waiting for a taxi rather than standing in the most dangerous place on earth. And between them, standing by a control console, was Arthur Vance. He wasn’t smiling anymore. The warm, gentle uncle persona was gone completely. His back was straight, his face hard and cold, his eyes sharp as he typed commands into the system. He moved with authority, with ownership. This was his domain.

The words have barely escaped my lips when I sense him moving. Pivoting on my heels, I find him doubled over, his face covered with blood. "Give me the rings," he growls. "These? Come get 'em," I drone in response. Arthur mutters a curse under his breath and casts a spell. In that instant, magical puppets who look exactly like him appear in the hall. West and Violet suddenly join us, appearing out of thin air. West is covered in blood that is mostly not his, and Violet is unscathed.

But to my surprise, Ezra doesn’t pull away just yet. Instead, he reaches forward and taps a button on the dashboard. A screen descends from the ceiling of the car, flickering to life with a live news broadcast. The presidential seal is visible on a podium, and a crowd of reporters waits expectantly, cameras flashing. Suddenly, Arthur walks into frame. The room falls silent as he adjusts the microphone and looks directly into the camera. And then, without preamble, Arthur leans into the microphone and says, “My mate is a human. We have a son together, and I’m tired of keeping them hidden away in the dark.”

I inhale again, comforted by the faint smell of lavender coming in from the hall. “We are honored to have Grand Master Albert and Grand Mage Ruth joining us tonight,” Tabatha says, smile on her face. She admires Ruth especially, whose claim to witch-fame is perfecting an invisibility spell. Many tried the spell before and disappeared—literally. Whether they turned themselves so invisible not even their familiar could find them, or they vanished into another realm, no one knows.

Looking at my pack who are still fighting and holding their own against the weapons of the guards. My father begins to shift, his bones popping as they dislocate and rearrange themselves, and I find myself staring into the swirling cobalt eyes of Arthur. He’s the polar opposite of David, he’s evil, sadistic and a little crazy. A perfect soul matched to my father. He lunges forwards to attack; I shift my weight onto my heals and twist as I use his trajectory against him and throw him into a nearby tree.

He looked up at her, his face completely pale, tears tracking through the deep lines of his skin. "He isn't gaslighting you about the syndicate, Grace," Arthur whispered, his voice trembling so violently his teeth clicked. "But you're wrong about who he is. Elias is no hero. He’s not your protector." Grace froze, the cold air in the room suddenly feeling heavy, suffocating. "What do you mean?" Arthur buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. When he pulled them away, the raw, pathetic terror in his eyes made him look incredibly small.

"Sorry to disappoint you!" Wilbur turned and kicked Clark. Clark landed and grabbed his chest in pain. He looked at Wilbur coldly. Then, he vanished again. Wilbur smirked when he saw that. He said, "It's useless. Your invisibility spell is too amateur. You can't fool me, so you better show yourself." Wilbur made a fist with his right hand and punched toward his left. With an audible thump, the invisible Clark appeared once more, knocked back by Wilbur's powerful punch.

Meanwhile as soon as she left Arthur's phone rang, an encrypted number appeared on the screen,” speak,” he said as soon as it was connected “Boss, the invisible dragons are making their moves, they secretly had someone investigate your family and they instead got a lead on Miss Clara,” the speaker said as Arthur's veins almost popped out from anger. “ Intersect their team and……” his voice dropped, “ got it boss, “ the speaker said as if understanding the meaning behind the silence. He called Clara as soon as the call dropped but her line wasn't connecting, he called his people who he placed in the dark to protect her and after knowing she was safe he went to freshen up for work.

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.

Evelyn whispered, her voice shrinking to a tiny, terrified squeak. She reached up with her trembling hand, touching his cold cheek. "Father? Wake up. Please... just tell me what you meant. Please!" The door of the room opened quietly. Arthur stepped into the room. He was wearing his long dark coat, his hands resting at his sides. He looked at the green line on the monitor. He looked at the still body on the bed. Then, his eyes moved slowly down to look at Evelyn, who was still kneeling beside the bed. Arthur walked over, stopping right behind her. He reached down, his hands resting gently on her shoulders to pull her up from the floor.