Ateez #illusion Novels & Stories

I don't know what life has installed for me but I am going to embrace it with an open arm.  Azrael's dress and heels.  Ireal's dress  Heels

On the likely chance that I am attacked, I should have a fighting chance. Amnesi stops. “There is an array meant to keep people and monsters away right here.” “I don’t see anything though.” She rolls her eyes. “Of course not. Do exactly what I do if you don’t want to get lost.” I swallow. “Yes!” “Three steps right, two steps forward, two steps left, twenty steps forward.” So she says but… there is a rock right in front of us. Forward where?! ‘It’s an illusion.’ Ezra’s voice cuts through my confusion. ‘Once you start moving, keep your eyes open.’

The soul remained motionless, its back a wall of night, offering nothing but silence and the terrible certainty that the illusion was far from finished with her. The ethereal mist coiled like a living shadow before Eloise’s eyes, twisting and thinning until it dissolved into the air with a silent, unnatural grace. One moment it was there a translucent female silhouette, writhing in silent agony and the next, nothing. Only the faint, acrid scent of ozone lingered, as if lightning had struck and vanished in the same breath. She blinked rapidly, her lashes fluttering against the sting of unshed tears, willing the apparition to return so she could convince herself it had been real. But the room

She absorbed the electricity in her palm, and teleported, just behind him, hoping to end the fight in one hit. FaLl Azea felt her body go numb and heavy as she fell to the ground. She got the air knocked out of her as she hits the ground, and it only felt heavier as she tried to stand. She struggled on her knees and looked up with all the strength she had. He was still there, watching her. “What do you think you’re doing?”, he asked , his voice cold as ice. It’s an illusion, she told herself and focused hard enough to break his hold over her. She gasped and stood up. The Original clapped happily. “ You broke out of it!” He raised his hands and a spark appeared in it. Wind rushed around it,

The voice was Kit’s, but cloaked in Morat’s cadence, an unnatural, jarring blend. Stefan spoke, his words echoing with Selene’s resonance: "She is the Illusion Weaver, the Temptress. She feeds on doubt and manipulates perception. She is weak against certainty!" Kaela of the Order of the Closed Eye looked bewildered. The illusion was affecting her people as well; several Order members were eyeing one another with suspicion, as if seeing enemies among their own ranks.

Desperation gripped her as she dialed his number, only to be met with the deafening void of unanswered calls. Seated before a mirror, Ellaya gazed at her reflection. The woman staring back had eyes like amethyst orbs, wide and hauntingly deep. Cascading waves of dark hair with a mystical purple sheen framed a face that defied convention. Her complexion, a delicate shade of baby pink, hinted at otherworldly origins.

There wasn't enough air in all of London to satisfy me right now. "You were saying 'No video' over and over. What does that mean, Ethan?" The sheet had fallen down to her waist, baring her lovely naked breasts in the glow of the moon peeking through the skylights. I saw a wariness in her eyes as she tugged her hand out of my grip, and I hated it. I let her go.

“And something else. There’s a new structure forming. It’s not Helix. It’s not the mirror. It’s... a fabric.” Eleni frowned. “What kind of fabric?” “Threaded,” Jessica said. “Deliberately incomplete. It only holds together when people participate. If they stop, the nodes fall silent again.” Lena whispered, “It’s teaching us fragility.” They left Zurich again the next day.

she added suggestively. She grimaced. "Nothing is impossible, you see! I am Rhezaliza Lagdameo. Nothing is impossible to me. Remember that!” "What a brat! You must make yourself sexy first,” Mics answered. "Why are you like that, Mics? I hate you!” she complained but she didn't really mean it. She was only a bit irritated. Rhezi stood up. She was really fat because she loved eating chocolates. In addition, she also loves soft drinks and heavy meals. But she wasn't that fat. She was only chubby not obese. Besides, she’s not sick but healthy and that’s the only thing that’s important.

Let's just see if she has anything else to say after I decode that freaking letter. “We just need to count the letters from 1 to 10. We will follow the 10:00 written here,” I explained to them and completely ignoring Lopez’s question. I started counting each letter in the letter until the end. “Dear Sub-1 DS, i was just tHinking how Everything Looks funny Painted on. I'M lying here Enjoying my Innocent plAy day and I aM wondering, "Before this, Everything In a life meaNt somethinG else. I feel Hot sometimEs and cold aLl over some Days." I feel cHange will bE here soon. OR maybe I am bEing silly. iS that weird? Eh, who knows! Nothing can Do anything Here. I may seE someone at Lunch time. I Pl