Illusion Novels & Stories

I asked. “Well…… not really, it’s more like this…... We are glitches that can access the framework of reality, we practically glitch through it. And as for your room, I just don’t want stress, it’s convenient and safe, we can access the realm of infinity from anywhere, except from a void.” “Hmmm” I thought while staring at him like I understood what he was saying. “So, rest up boy, we will continue later. I will pick you up in a few hours.”

Promptly, turning at her side, I profoundly stared at the kind lady beside me who was shaking my shoulder slightly with a worried expression on her face at my dishevelled state that occurred all of sudden, but my implicated and perplexed mind was far away from her genuine concern. How could something like that even be possible? He did not know the location, even if we were here! My fatigue and appalled mind are surely playing games with me. I decided, sighing. Yes, that would be it. I agreed to nod. I was tilting my face at the window side and peeking from between the rods, which consisted of four solid iron rods jabbed within the window that were parallel to each other. I closed my eyes, re

I tired to budge out of the ties that bounded me to the chair. Rylin just staring at me, trying to figure out the words to make things more clear or more of reality i should say. But seriously I felt like I was in some twilight story. How the hell are werewolves real? What dimension did I just stumble into or was I just in one hell of a lucid dream.

She let out a sigh of relief and grabbed it before hiding it under her top and moving out. She was heading to her room then suddenly Noelle came into her way, watching her suspiciously. “What are you doing in Luther's office?” she demanded with a frown. “Um…” Winnie licked her dry lips as her heart throbbed harder against her chest. "I'm suffering from sleep walking. I didn't know when I…” she massaged her temple, pretending to be embarrassed. “This is such an embarrassing thing.” “Are you okay?” Noelle asked her, squeezing her shoulder. “Are you hurt anywhere while walking?” Winnie watched Noelle examine her from head to toe. She quickly stepped back, forcing a smile. “Yes, I’m fine.”

POV Ruby "I can do this. I can do this. I HAVE to do this." I mumbled to myself as I wobbled out of my room. It was late or early, depending on your point of view. I had managed to send them all home a few minutes ago. Mom, Slivia and Cassy all wanted to spend the night but I had argued and Varg drove them home with promises that they would be back in a few hours. I knew that I had to be quick but I needed to see it. To be sure.

I focused on visualizing the illusion as a fragile construct, a mirage that could be shattered. ‘Cassian,’ I whispered, my mental voice trembling with intensity. ‘This illusion is not my reals elf. It's a fragile façade created by Dorian's dark magic. You have to fight it! If you can’t Dorian will kill you! Break free from the chains that bind you!’ The illusion wavered, flickering like a dying flame, and for a moment, Cassian's true self shone through. His eyes met mine, filled with confusion and longing.

I can't," Like a razor, Elara's voice sliced through the illusion. The Rift accomplishes this. It displays your top priorities. Don't allow it to rule you. The villagers started to huddle closer, their faces contorting into something hideous, their smiles expanding strangely. The laughter became a dissonant and irritating cacophony. Zara pulled out her blade and shook herself free of the influence. She yelled, "Enough!" as the blade sliced through the closest person. The village vanished into mist as the illusion broke. The earth gave way beneath them, exposing the actual terrain—a desolate, dead plain strewn with bones.

The style looked chic and simple: a large ivory pearl floating freely within a diamond-dusted platinum cage. To the unknowing, it was a beautiful, understated accessory. Only a few people knew that the pearl wasn’t real but an iridescent casing around a microchip that broadcast my location via GPS to Deloris. More than that, it recorded my movements, my respiration, and even my heart rate.

Minus The DEMONS who’d cooked up last night’s events had taken up residency inside my skull. They jabbed me awake with their pitchforks and set up some sort of sadistic slide show of last night’s events. Strange scenes played out in my mind like fragmented flickers, and I could barely make sense of what was real, and what was imagined. The last thing I clearly remembered was a tray of shot glasses, the karaoke machine firing up, and dancing with two very handsy women. Shit, for all I knew, I was currently in bed with one…or both of them. I was afraid to open my eyes and look.

Unless he doesn’t want to. I stand, stretch stiff legs, and walk to the window. The rain has slowed to a mist, blurring the city lights until they look like drops of molten gold. Cars crawl below, headlights cutting through fog. The world keeps moving while I’m stuck here, pacing an eight-by-ten room that smells like bleach and lilies. My reflection in the glass looks older somehow, dark circles beneath my eyes, hair falling in loose waves. I don’t remember leaving that way. “You look like hell,” I whisper to the glass.