Deadly Illusion Novels & Stories

The melodic hum was no longer in his ears; now he felt the heavy silence of death approaching him. Then, suddenly, a blinding flare of light burst out of the inner chamber, illuminating the whole corridor momentarily in an harsh, violet glow. Then came a tremendous, silent psychic shock, a pure, appalling image and emotion that struck his waning consciousness. It was Glamour. Illusory Control.

I asked, looking at three who stood across from us. “We thought the Shadow of death was a man, never thought it could be a woman.” Luciano said. Why, because they just assumed only men could be doing something like this and no woman could be capable of inflicting so much fear on the world. Having them look over their shoulders scared for their lifes, owndering who it was becasue the Shadow of death could be walking next to them or be around them very where and don't even know who it was.

Dead Silence instantly controls the room. Chill blood freezing breeze joins. Our eyes perform more function than ever. We trio exchange continous stare's. I feel a dramatic music dingling up my skull.

Unless… This was all a hallucinatory illusion! ‘It’s all fake. The sorcerers are manipulating our minds with magic to see, hear, and feel these things to induce and harvest our fears!’ Dina thought in awe, how evil! This meant no matter how many times you ‘die’ you’ll resurrect all over again… because you never died in the first place. It was all a manipulation of a person’s mental reality! “I guess that the aim is to break participants by constant pain and death until they lose all will to survive. By then, all fear and terror would have been completely harvested from them,” Zero suggested, sending chills down Dina’s spine.

her menacing voice filled with disgust as she continued, “but you’re the real danger. I’ve eradicated your life? No, you're so power blinded that one day you’ll demolish everything….you’ll become precisely what you hate….” I raised my hand as I clenched my palms in a fist as her throat clogged and she struggled to breathe again and tossed her backwards, as she fell hard. “I will not allow you to tarnish my mind with your fibs,” my cold voice penetrated the air. “You call them lies when you’re doing this, you’ve seen it, Sarah. You’ve felt it, my pain, my grief, my demise,” her words taunted me as she lifted herself off the ground. “The illusions.”

The sound is very small in the quiet. I stand in the corridor for a long moment. My hand is still on the latch. I can feel the cool iron under my palm, and I can hear nothing from inside the study, no movement, no sound, only the silence of a man alone with a photograph of his dead brother and a watch that is not his and an oath he swore at a grave in Palermo that binds him above anything he might otherwise feel.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

"We have come this far together. No illusion can break our bond." The figure's eyes gleamed with an eerie light as it waved a hand, conjuring a thick mist that surrounded them. The mist swirled, taking shape to form vivid scenes from their pasts. Shadows danced and whispered, taunting them with their deepest regrets and insecurities. Luna felt her heart constrict as she was confronted with an illusion of her late parents, their voices filled with disappointment in her. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought against the illusion, reminding herself that it was not real.

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

Once he hanged up, the old man immediately placed a call across Adrian to ask him what was still preventing him from doing what he asked him to do, but Adrian's phone wasn't going through, and when he tried calling that of the guards that accompanied him, theirs too weren't going through. _________________________________________ Thinking that Adrian and his men were busy or in the middle of the operation they went to Italy for, the old man dropped the phone on the table before lying down on the bed, and in no time he dozed off. But after sleeping for some hours, he jolted up from the bed while sweating profusely and panting heavily; he just had a terrible nightmare about Adrian dying in an