Arthur And The Invisibles Horror Novels & Stories

But to her relief she did not find him anywhere. He has magic powers. He may stand right beside you bringing shivers down your spine even by staying invisible. Her conscience intervened The complete family burst to laughter. "Amara is very cute and an innocent girl. She doesn't even know what are the things that could be let out or keep undisclosed." One of her aunts smiles peering at her in motherly love." Amara forced a shy smile. She should play along until her family leaves the house. Otherwise all of them will be dead within fraction of seconds.

His voice dropped, low and dangerous. "That's the question, isn't it?" The answer frustrated me instantly. Another riddle, another secret, another game. I hated all of them. Before I could respond, a phone suddenly rang. Nobody moved. The sound seemed unnaturally loud. Arthur looked at the screen. His expression changed. The confidence vanished instantly. Fear appeared. Real fear. The sight shocked everybody because monsters weren't supposed to be afraid. Arthur answered. Nobody spoke, then color disappeared from his face. "No."

Righty climbed back onto his right wrist. The Patchwork Monster straightened his tie and knocked three times politely. “Ma'am, I came to pick up my burri...” He saw the wrecked shop, the missing familiar figure behind the counter, and several unfamiliar faces instead. The Patchwork Monster was furious, the stitches on his body almost breaking apart. “Who the hell touched my burrito?” Jack had already run into the back kitchen and used an invisibility item to hide with me. Someone like him would absolutely sell out his teammates to save himself.

I slammed my forehead against the edge of the marble counter. Crack. Stars exploded across my vision. The pain blinding, searing. The control over my arm slipped. I dropped the letter opener. I stumbled back, clutching my bleeding head. "Get out!" I roared. Arthur’s presence in my mind recoiled, shrieking in anger. He was shoved back into the dark corners of my consciousness, but he wasn't gone. I could feel him there, lurking, waiting for a moment of weakness. I slumped against the wall, sliding down to the floor. I was hyperventilating. I looked down at my body. My hands were shaking. I was covered in blood—mine, and the ghost of Julian’s, and the stain of Arthur.

He looked disappointed. “Toby,” Arthur said, not looking up. “You’ve always been a bit too impulsive for this kind of work. And Julian… I must say, surviving Silas is an impressive feat. I underestimated the London branch of the family.” “Get away from the table, Arthur,” Toby said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. Arthur stood up, smoothing his suit jacket. He looked at me, and for the first time, I saw the man behind the mask. He wasn’t the kind, weary lawyer. He was the Architect of the Void.

“All the other kids are listening,” “You don’t like horror stories,” I reminded him, but that flew over his head. “I’m grown,” he placed both hands on his waist, giving a superman pose. “See?” he smiled. “I won’t sleep with you tonight,” I said, trying to discourage him, but Elvis was stubborn. “I believe you, little rascal. Let’s go listen to some horror stories,” Arthur said, taking Elvis’ hand. Arthur looked over his shoulder with a grinning face. I guessed they both met their match. Back with everyone, we sat around a large campfire as everyone told their horror stories.

And then I turned my back to examine the ugly wound which will definitely leave a permanent scar, and to my surprise, the wound has faded completely and I can see the faint trace of the scar if I look more closely and I can't even feel any pain. IM.POSSI.BLE!!! He is not a magician, will he? And I recalled the dream as it felt so fucking real. Wait... I was in the basement which is an open area under the control of that monster. That means Heil could have come there and it could have eaten me right there if it wants but why it didn't happen? But someone is there while I was drowning in my sadness. And it can't be a normal human because everyone is afraid of Heil, then who would be there?

he said, his voice a few octaves lower. I scoffed, shaking my head. "Doesn't matter? It’s been five years Simon. What happened to your fucking name and when did you suddenly become fucking Arthur?” I screamed, unable to curb the emotions that rushed through me. “It doesn’t matter.” He said, each word sounding like a command and his voice hinting that that was the end of the conversation. He pulled open a drawer and picked out a small bottle, “I’m going to apply this on your injured hand, it should help it heal a lot faster without leaving a scar and most importantly, it should mask the smell of blood.”

"Because he just woke up." Suddenly, the floor of the vault erupted. A massive, golden-black shadow tore through the reinforced glass and steel, a creature of pure, terrifying frequency. It wasn't a shift—it was a manifestation. The Void-Wolf stood seven feet tall, its fur made of obsidian smoke, its eyes glowing with the same golden light as mine. It lunged at Arthur before he could even blink. The "Frequency-Trigger" was crushed in Arthur’s hand as the Wolf slammed him against the holographic terminal. The silver mask on my father’s face shattered, revealing the terror beneath.

But what was even weird, is how his face kept changing and switching from Arthur's to Mark's. “What is this? What's with your face?” She asked out of the blue. Arthur laughed out loud, like a thunderous storm and said nothing. “Now that I've got you. Let's get back to business,” he said, bending to pick her by her legs. “Don't you fucking touch me you monster,” she yelled, kicking him but it didn't even hit him. It was like he's invisible. “What.…” She was interrupted by the sudden hands on her legs that began dragging her into the desolated house.