Invisible Guy Elden Ring Novels & Stories

His wolf, usually silent, was pacing, looking. He grabbed the railing till his knuckles went white. Find her. The words didn’t come to him in English. It was older than language, but he understood clearly. His body was honed towards the floor. His carefully constructed persona, the cold, controlled person, collapsed. "Caden." He knew it was Marcus calling him, but the call was muffled as though there was water between them.

John whispered, his voice hoarse. Sarah nodded weakly, clutching her side. “I think so... but where are we?” The dim glow of the amulet suddenly flared again, revealing a hidden chamber sprawling with ancient relics, crumbling tapestries, and an altar carved with ominous runes. The air pulsed with energy raw, dangerous, alive. John’s eyes darted to the cloaked figure who had followed them down. “Who are you?” The figure lifted their hood, revealing a face marked with scars and eyes that shimmered like molten silver. “I am Eiran, Guardian of the Forgotten Vow.”

He reached me in seconds, his hand gripping my shoulder, his golden eyes flashing with a warning I hadn't seen since the Fall of the Tundra. ​"The perimeter is breached," he hissed, his voice low so only we could hear. "Not by the Architects. Not by the High Council remnants. It’s the Earth itself, Elara. The 'Invisibles' aren't just humans anymore. They’re becoming a conductor for the energy the thousand are bleeding into the atmosphere." ​"A conductor for what?" I asked, looking back at Marcus. ​Marcus smiled, and for a second, his skin seemed to flicker, showing a glimpse of a skeletal structure made of pure, white light. "For the Guest. The one who was here before the Peaks. The one the

Her eyes gleamed. "We'll have a slot for you every week if you want it. Wednesday nights, premium spot, guaranteed big payouts. Interested?" "I'll think about it," I said, pocketing the money. We both knew I'd be back. I'd just announced my presence in New Haven. The Silver Ghost had arrived. Somewhere in this city, a Prime Alpha named Valtherion Ashvane would hear about the mysterious newcomer with the unusual fighting style. The mate bond pulsed once in my chest.

The street-fighter from Neo-Tokyo was hyperventilating, his mech’s hands shaking visibly. "Swallow it down, kid," Elias Vance, the disgraced RAF pilot, sneered through the neural link. Surprisingly, Elias’s mech stood perfectly still. The psychic chaos that had gotten him discharged from the military made him uniquely suited to the madness of the Vanguard armor. "If you puke in your helmet, you'll drown before the monster even touches you."

Eric followed close, shielding his head from falling debris. But Ivana stumbled. The floor buckled beneath her, her ankle twisting as she hit the ground hard. She coughed, choking on dust, as the ceiling above her creaked and swayed, ready to collapse.The others were already outside, screaming her name over the thunder of falling rock. Through the haze, a figure stepped from the shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Skin like burnished bronze, eyes glowing faintly gold beneath the dust. His features were sharp, impossibly handsome—yet inhuman.

An unfamiliar voice stopped everyone from cheering themselves. “Noel?” Jay said, looking at almost everything around him. No one could find him; the voice was there but there was no person besides them inside the hive. Suddenly, a humanoid cat started to materialize in front of them, a person with sharp claws and furry feet. His body was covered in a black tattered cloak along with his black hood. “Hi everyone.” He greeted with a cheerful smile. “Invisibility?” Matt asked. “Yes. My power’s unique trait. I can only use it during the night.” He answered.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

It was impossible for someone unwanted to get in here. “Have you forgotten me so swiftly?” a gentle voice resounded once more as Ivor quickly turned his head to its source. It was coming from right in front of him. “Who are you?” Ivor asked doubtfully. In front of him was a man half a head taller than him, something that was rare in itself for he was a large man. The man was quite peculiar. For there was a small winged cat seated on one of his shoulders and a little monkey playing freely next to his feet. The man himself had well-groomed hair, and every trace of a beard had been cleanly shaved off. And because of this Ivor could see the traces of immaturity on the man’s face, which suggested

She wasn’t just a sister; she was a node in the network. “You don’t fit in this world, Ivy,” Elena said, turning to look at her. The silver in Elena’s eyes was no longer just an iris; it was a HUD, scrolling with data streams. “You’re a high-fidelity ghost. A collection of Dante’s deepest, most pathetic insecurities given skin. Temporary things are always kept closest, and look how close he kept you. He needed to make sure you didn't evaporate before he finished the code.” Ivy’s humiliation, once a quiet ache, sharpened into a jagged, territorial resentment. She looked at the silver map on her arm—it was glowing, pulsing in time with the room’s violet hue.