Ateez #illusion Novels & Stories

The smell of jasmine flowers covered the air, right outside there was a little garden front of the condo and it was made by her when she had got vacations time. As her usual routine at night, Dea checked Internet and their official website. She noticed that Jae-hwa already had posted a video of how the foundation 'Petals' was truly made and also made sure that it didn't have any side effects on skin. He added at the last to not spread rumors whoever were doing this and warned that their company would inform the police security if there was a second attempt to try making their products looking bad. Then Choi Dea checked her message inbox and saw Myung-dae had texted her the address of the imp

she asked, her voice quieter now, curiosity creeping in. Irene paused just ahead of her, glancing back with a small, knowing smile. “This,” she said, spreading her arms slightly, “is the Veil Garden.” Zayla blinked. “Veil… Garden?” Irene nodded, her eyes glinting. “A place where illusions bloom, and reality gets a little… confused.” Zayla’s brows pulled together. “That doesn’t sound safe.” Irene shrugged lightly. “It’s not. That’s what makes it fun.”

The devil's breath washed over him, sulfurous and cloying, as the world narrowed to that choking hold, the illusion's edges fraying into oblivion. In the hideout, Elian's body convulsed, a mirror to the assault. His hands flew to his throat, nails scraping futilely at empty air, legs kicking weakly as if drowning. Tears streaked his face, mirroring the illusion's despair. Kael's heart seized, panic sharpening into lethal clarity. The devil's influence was bleeding through, strangling Elian from beyond the veil. No more half-measures.

The temple is using my own power against me. *Focus,* Kael sends through the bond, his presence a steady anchor. *They're not real. They're just reflections. Possibilities that might have been but aren't.* I close my eyes and reach for the bond, for the certainty of our connection. Kael is real. The floor beneath my feet is real. Everything else is illusion. When I open my eyes again, I can see the truth. The figures are translucent, their edges flickering. They're not stepping out of the mirrors—they were never out of them. The illusion just made it seem that way. I walk forward, passing through the false versions of myself. They dissolve like smoke at my touch.

Maria waves her hand, gesturing for them to come in. Irene smiles as she steps inside, looking as stunning as ever, her dark brown hair cascading down her shoulders in long waves. She’s wearing a black full-sleeved top and high-waist jeans. She looks at Ezra and gasps. “Shit! You look just like a clone of Elijah. For a second, I thought someone put a shrinking spell on him.” “Language, Irene,” Elijah gives her a sharp look, clearly not happy with her shrinking spell comment, and Irene sticks her tongue out.

The round neck with pearls at the hems does not reveal too much yet it does not cover too much. She paired it up with golden earrings. A little dab of make-up to conceal blemishes, a stroke of eyeliner, and a thick layer of lip gloss later, I am gladly looking forward to the night out with Ibhaan—the wolf I have passionately kissed. ‘We have nothing under our sleeve, Lizzy. How can you enjoy the testing times, you psycho bitch?’ Ella appears out of nowhere. Her hisses are as pathetic as she is. I do not fail to notice the force it is taking on her behalf to not lose her mind and take over. It has to take a strong gust of ego to accept the truth—that we are in.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hope Zoey isn't crazy for being stuck with Zeus :'( See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Emily knelt down and touched the water. "It's drinkable" "Fine....where do we carry water?",asked Laurel "We haven't brought Something to carry water!",said Emily "Well...we could always send Zane back to fetch some bottles", said Laurel "Hey",protested Zane, "Can't you conjure up some bottles like you did with the sword?" "No I can't",said Laurel. "I can only create projections of what's not real. See, the sword has disappeared, it was an illusion. I am an illusionist Zane, not a creater of some kind"

The imprint beneath my hand glows a deep shade of red and an intense gravitational pull descends over the room giving me a sense of weightlessness as in the blink of an eye, a large figure standing at 7’7 appears out of nowhere. “Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck!” The figure announces, stretching out their arms as their liquid silver eyes look between me and my parents, “Really? Nothing? I’ve been waiting since ’92 to make that entrance,” they sigh. I lower my hand and for the first time in my life take in the appearance of our creator. Ezillus, God of the Elements and creator of the sirna, is standing before us looking like nothing I could have ever pictured. The st

“This one seems to have more layers, multi purpose. This is one being used to control you boys as well as whatever illusions have been keeping everyone under control. There is a lot to unpack. Skylar, I need you to fight this with us. Wherever you see, whatever is causing you pain right now, look through it, see through the illusion. Find the truth. This one is for you to break.” So, no pressure or anything. Why can’t I just have regular lessons from regular instructors? Why is everything thrown at me and learn as you go? I can’t seem to open my mouth to make words come out. She said see through the illusion. I can hear Oliver and Cam talking to me. I know Dakota is behind me, hi