Impenetrable Novels & Stories

I had no idea what the abbreviation stood for and the more I pestered Casper about it, the closer he looked to shooting me. "Can you at least give me a hint as to what it stands for?" I asked hopefully. "No." Casper wasn't even looking at me anymore, his attention seemed to be focused primarily on the door that Fabio had just left through. He seemed to be waiting, but for what? "Earth to Casper, what's so fascinating about that door?" I asked staring at it, it looked like any regular door, only more security efficient. "Let's just say it holds a lot of unanswered questions." Casper stared at me for the first time, an emotionless smile on his face, he appeared to be in deep thought.

"I'm not, you're just impatient." "Once I opened this up I'll drag you out, hear me!?" "I'm not scared of you even though you look like a monster!" "What!?" "I said you look like a monster!" "I'll count one to three and if you still didn't open this fucking door, you wouldn't like what I am about to do!" "One!" "Two!" I heard a loud banged and when I looked at it my door was almost broken from what he did "GOODNESS GRACIOUS!"

I asked and she turned giving me her full attention. "If you live in the past and wallow in pain, you only damage your future and people around you," she replied and I released a small smile, loving her perception of the few words offered. "What's your quote?" She asked softly her light brown eyes staying with mine, she was so captivating. "As soon as I glance at you a moment, I can't say a thing, and my tongue stiffens into silence, thin flames underneath my skin prickle and spark, a rush of blood booms in my ears, and then my eyes go dark," I repeated word for word.

He seems to freeze for a second as he realizes who is touching him. "He doesn't know my weaknesses. Why don't you just ask me," Burk says and the atmosphere becomes even more stifling. The scent of Gaimo blood saturates the air around all of us, and the urge to fight hits me even though I'm not involved. Blood is forbidden in the holding area for a good reason. I clench my fists to keep from reacting to the blood lust. "I wasn't asking you," the stupid Bronk growls, but I keep my eyes from looking in their direction.

While mine appeared as slick, glassy rock, hers shimmered and wobbled like they’d been formed from some kind of jelly. “See if you can make them impenetrable,” I said quietly. “Imagine that an army of humans is on the other side—you must deflect everything from human hands and bodies, to bullets.” Jesse frowned, but nodded, and a moment later the walls solidified, until they looked like sculpted ice. Curious, I took a tiny thread of my own power and attempted to penetrate it—recoiling quickly when I discovered that wall didn’t just look like ice. It felt like it too. A cold so bitter and frigid, it would burn my skin.

“It’s a water maze,” Sasha muttered, mystified. “I should’ve known…” “How can you tell?” “See the floor? It’s sloping.” “Isn’t water good news? It’d melt the whole maze.” “Not these walls,” Sasha said, feeling the texture of the entrance wall with reverence. “This is perma-ice. Hard as diamond. There are almost no air bubbles inside the ice crystals. Our Clans combined their powers and spells to create this thing of perfection. No jutsu, fire or otherwise, is powerful enough to break it.”

Frazier POV “Airhead. Blockhead. Bonehead. Pea brain. Cretin. Dimwit. Dumbbell. Dunce. Fool. Ignoramus. Imbecile. Jerk. Moron. Muttonhead. Nincompoop. Ninny. Nitwit. Oaf. Pinhead. Simpleton. Stupid. Tw-” “Are you okay?” A voice interrupted my series of mentioning any word in my vocabulary that was a synonym for stupid.

Not a chance in hell. ******

“You are not lost. I know you’re fighting—please, let my light guide you back.” The force within her grew stronger by the second, and the glow around her intensified. It spilled over into the corridor, weaving a shield of radiant energy that pushed back the oppressive dark. Slowly, the wild tendrils of corruption that had begun to coil around Magnus’s form seemed to hesitate, recoiling as if in the presence of something pure and unbreakable.

“Yes, Freddie. I have decided to have surgery. I spoke with the nurse at my school, and she basically convinced me to get it. I thought it over during those days off last week. I am getting surgery. You once told me that to be a model at Model Perfect, I had to be perfect. Well, a scar from a thyroid surgery would disqualify me from being perfect. That is a terrible motto for a company to have. We are all human and no one is perfect. We all have our flaws, secrets and scars. You wanted me to conceal my cancer like it was something to be ashamed of. Well, I’ll tell you something Freddie. It sucks. It sucks that I can’t swallow food. It sucks that it hurts when I talk, and it hurts when I brea