Arthur And The Invisibles Novels & Stories

​The heavy steel doors hissed open with a loud pneumatic release. ​Inside the bridge, three armed mercenaries spun around in shock, raising their automatic weapons. ​Before they could pull their triggers, Arthur stepped through the threshold with terrifying, fluid speed. He didn't fire his weapon. Moving like a ghost trained by the world's most dangerous tactical titan, he closed the distance in a heartbeat, striking the lead mercenary's wrist with a sharp, bone-cracking blow that sent the man's weapon clattering to the floor. ​In a single fluid motion, Arthur swept the mercenary's legs out, slamming him hard onto the iron deck, while his squad neutralized the remaining two guards with non-l

My sister, Megan Tate, suffers from a bizarre illness. Whenever she sees me, she convulses, vomits and sometimes even brings up blood. From then on, I become the invisible person in the house. I'm forbidden to appear anywhere Megan can see me. At first, my parents and my childhood friend, Kendrick Brown, still feel sorry for me, but as Megan's smiles grow more frequent, they gradually forget I exist. On the day I turn 18 years old, I sneak into the dining room while Megan is taking a nap in her room. Seeing a table full of delicious food and a huge cake, I happily run into my mom, Ellie Baker's, arms. "Mom, I know you guys still love me and won't forget about my birthday." The moment I

"We have places to be." He turned and walked toward the car without looking back. I followed, my steps heavy, my heart sinking with every step. I had been so close to feeling seen. So close to believing I actually mattered. Then his hand found my arms, cold and impersonal. He pulled me toward the car without meeting my eyes. "Get in," he said flatly. I climbed into the back seat. He slid in beside me, his gaze fixed out the window. We drove in silence, the city passing by in a blur. I stared out my own window, feeling more invisible than ever.

Occasionally he would acknowledge our presence also, and he was never lacking in courtesy even to the youngest of us, but usually he was too preoccupied with some more ethereal exchange of his own to pay us very much heed. With the passage of time and under the influence of his fine example we developed our own techniques of communication with the unseen world, and tried to create voices with particular interests and attributes and consistent personalities. The people I spoke to included St. Francis of Assisi whose life we had been learning about at school, a robot space traveller from a remote galaxy, and a beautiful fairy princess who could sprinkle me with star dust that enabled me to fly

It was just me and the squirrel-spider, whose head I could see out of the corner of my eye. Not having anything else to do, I continued my efforts. I planned to break through to the adjacent world, and never come back. They probably wouldn’t even save me a slice of pie. I sank into the hot thumbprint in the middle of my head. I was close. I don’t know how much time passed but it was starting to get dark when Arthur returned, alone. I saw it, then. All around him, a slight glow. Like light seeping out from around a closed door. I pushed. With all my might I pushed the door open.

Lucas tries to wipe my eyes with his little towel, he is six years old, and he is so cute. "I am so happy to see you, I thought we would never see each other again," I hug them once more, very tight. "Here," Lucy hands me a piece of paper, I stand up and analyze the drawing: All the children are together in a garden, and next to them are the adults, me, Cris, Leandro, Luana and.... "Who is that in the suit, Lu?", I ask Lucy. "It's Mr. Invisible," she says smiling, leaving her window showing.

"Why will I do anything you just said?" Detective Joha chuckled and tapped on the case."Because you won't wanna see me touch this. I promise you it doesn't look so nice." "Do you want me to show you?" He asked as he approached the elders with his finger just an inch away from the button. The elders drew backwards in fear and pleaded with Arthur to do as they commanded. Arthur gave the order that the prisoners be released and agreed that he will hand over to them a good number of his well trained men to help them fight the Vampires.

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 bellowed. Arthur's eyes changed into reddish black. He launched at the first, smashing his head into the vehicle's driver's window. He paced to the other with a curvy punch landing straight to the cheek. Both men fell unconscious while Arthur heaved a light sigh. His eyes ranged across the streets for any stalky eyes. And when he was certain no one had witnessed his dreadful actions, he strolled away. ###### Arthur walked in his dazzling white shirt complemented with a fitted faint blue jean under the setting orange sun. His eyes scaling about for ladies that would entertain him for the night. Until they landed on the gym rooted at the roadside. Nothing about the small building had intri

In Ha watched him skillfully inject and put the IV in Arthur's hand. "Hmm." Adam stood up and looked at In Ha from head to toe. "You're an artist, right?" Akh! In Ha forgot to use her disguise! Because with or without makeup, her face didn't have that much different. In Ha laughed awkwardly. "Yes. Well ..." She explained how Arthur could be at her house and insists they are neighbors who just get acquainted. Adam looked at Arthur whose expression had begun to relax. "This idiot. He must have been drinking so much, long before that he passed out."