Illusionist Might Cut Them In Half นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just stood there, watching. Ian raised his hand, signaling caution. Madison whispered, “It’s bait. Don’t break formation.” But the silhouette didn’t move. Didn’t fade. Just waited. The silence pressed down heavier than any sound could. --- We inched forward, careful, deliberate. The silhouette remained still. But as we drew closer, the reflections shifted again — and the figure dissolved into nothing more than a shadow cast across broken glass. Ian swore under his breath. “He’s building illusions. Not just hesitation — deception.”

His bias cut deeper than I’d expected. "Do you have a crush on her?" I blurted out. My blunt question ignited his anger. He snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about? She is my employee!" "An employee needs you to defend her like this? Who gets to use my studio and take credit for my work?" I countered. Elliot pressed his lips into a thin line, unable to come up with a response. Finally, he managed, "You're being extreme." Then he stormed out of my office.

“Pathetic. You’ll need more than parlor tricks to kill me.” All around, the rebels faltered—not from the flames but from what came next. Shadows shifted. Then stepped forward. Rio. Lucien. Adonis. Odessa. Celine. Thomas. Claude. Or… not them. Phantom copies of the Valentines and their allies emerged from the flames—perfect doppelgängers with cold, dead eyes and bloodied fangs. Each illusion was flawless, their movements eerily familiar. A young rebel screamed as “Lucien” drove claws into his chest, his cry cut short by a fountain of blood.

Their voices were twisted with hatred. "Lies!" I shouted. The room shook as shards flew over the black floor when one of the mirrors broke. The others, meanwhile, increased in number, their murmurs harsher and louder. I regained my balance, fully aware of the trick. The mirrors thrived on uncertainty and shattered realities. I would be lost in the never-ending labyrinth if I listened or hesitated. I stepped forward as the illusions swung out more forcefully with each stride. In a rage, I pictured myself killing them all.

Harper tried to manipulate her perception, forcing Lila to see phantoms of Cade screaming, Adrian’s hand reaching out, even Evelyn’s smirking face. “Stop it!” Lila yelled aloud, shaking her head violently. Her aura pulsed brighter, a flickering barrier that pushed back the illusions. You are mine. You are mine. Harper screeched in fury. A low growl echoed from the darkness ahead. Lila froze. Then, from the blackened corners, figures emerged—shadows animated by Harper’s influence. They were distorted reflections of the people she had trusted, twisted into forms that lunged and clawed at her.

Not the illusion. The real illusion. Black roots. Wrapped around Ava's mind. Feeding on memories. Feeding on pain. Then Thomas slashed them with the spear. BOOOOM! The roots shattered. Then Ava blinked. Immediately. Then: "What?" She looked around. Then: "Oh." Pause. Then: "Oh that thing almost got me." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly. Then together they moved. Henry next. Then Rowan. Then Darius. One by one. Breaking the illusions.

It was as if each revelation was a stab to her heart, a reminder of the man she had loved and the monstrous reality he had hidden. One evening, Lena sat alone in her apartment, scrolling through news articles about Daniel. The stories were relentless, painting a picture of a ruthless criminal mastermind. Each article seemed to strip away another piece of the illusion that Daniel had carefully constructed. The glowing profiles and carefully curated public image now seemed like a cruel joke.

I got a chuckle when she pointed at me as being the predator but it does not take long for us to get back to work right away. Soon, Elle is creating simple illusions that she is having Chelsea pick apart. She is not exactly taking them apart on their own but as soon as she finds an illusion it unravels in front of her so that she can see how it is supposed to be. Some flowers change colors, while there also might be some plants that look to be dying that bloom back into life once she notices the illusion.

Sofia was all into tears, she was shattered by rejection of Oscar. “When someone you love rejects you your first instinct is to protect yourself and pretend as if it’s not a big deal but actually it is, and I can’t even pretend, I just know I love you and this rejection could even kill me” Sofia was crying and her every word was uttered in shivering voice.

Her hands clenched tightly, grounding herself as she faced the blurring realities. Through the chaos, flashes of clarity cut through the shadow like bolts of lightning illuminating the dark. She saw Gabriel’s protective embrace during a storm—how his strength became her shield against the raging seas. She could hear the gentle teasing in Lucas’s voice as he taught her to track by moonlight, the playful laughter filling the air like a song. With each memory that surged forth, the tendrils of the illusion weakened, and she felt the tendrils of the monster begin to fade.