Invisible Library Series Novels & Stories

It was simple science really, the virus changed our DNA and with it eradicated all that was good about the human race, love compassion kindness empathy, all it left behind were our base instincts, the need to feed and the need to spread the infection but it didn't always eradicate the ability to think in those it infected, there were some smart ass bad guys out there with no base emotions to hold them back. As for the re-animation of the dead, well that was a little harder to explain but essentially it turned the dead into zombies, the infected who died would rise again although there was nothing scientific to indicate they were actually alive except that they could walk and talk, somewhat.

Gerald was back with what I asked him. “Have a good day Peter.” I took the laptop from him and read through it and went through some hidden data. Oh plonker you are just going to realize who you messed up with it. I went outside through the secret pathway I had in the backyard and into the waiting car with James. “James, take me to the Vacanti mansion. I believe you have the location.” “Yes sir.”

Phil still accepted his parent's gift and hugged them, tired from the party Phil excused himself and made his way to his room. Entering his room, Phil found it strange since his bedroom window was wide open, the wind blowing through the curtains, he walked and closed the window and saw a strange package on top of his bed. A rectangular package covered by brown paper and red twine holding it, Phil furrowed his brows and checked his room to see if something was stolen but saw that nothing was touched. Curious Phil opened the package and in it was an old book. The book was bound by leather and it has an image of a compass, a crescent moon covering one side, and a Greek ship at the bottom, on th

She must be a college student judging by the tote bag beside her and the books sticking out of it. Poor girl. She must be a really good and hard-working kid if she works in a convenience store and is studying at the same time, he thought. He carried her in his arms making her let go of the tote bag she is gripping hardly. He heard her groan in protest but could not move because of too much blood loss. He is awed by her persistence to keep herself awake. For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Misty’s temperament seems harmless to her, but with his genetics, that could be a false sense of security. Acheki walked to the holographic desk and reserved a private study room. He held out his wrist. The robot librarian scanned his wrist, pulling up his library information. In a robotic tone, it repeated what was on the screen. “Jalefel Acheki. Return book date, march eleventh. Book One Day and Night: the carnal diaries. Book Two Chasing Spirits. Book Three Living in the Human World.” He covered his face. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he was alone, but someone else heard his reading list. He glanced at her briefly. Akaisha wasn’t paying attention. The robrarian unlocked a private roo

“Yea. I just remembered I found something in my room when I woke up this morning, I don’t know how it got there. Did you come to my room last night? Is this yours?” Ichabod looked up in the mirror to see the black bottle of Monogen in her hand....what was he going to say?

Evelyn Draith had been placed under federal investigation. But none of it felt final. Isolde walked to the bookshelf, slid aside Vivienne’s old copy of Les Enfants Terribles. A flash drive was hidden there. The real one. The one Crane had never known about. She hadn’t opened it since the trial. Now, she plugged it into her laptop. One file. No title. Just a symbol: 🝓 She clicked it. A static-filled video began to play. A room made of mirrors.

Shelves of dark mahogany groaned under the weight of glass artifacts, scrolls bound in human hair, and jars that pulsed with trapped, flickering light. ​“This isn't a cottage,” Silas whispered, his voice trembling as he ran a finger over a shelf. He pulled a heavy, leather-bound volume from its place. “This is a vault of timelines. Rowena didn't just hide secrets; she hid the evidence of everything she failed to fix.”

But this time, I now understand his plan. I teleported to Ailestair's location and immediately hold his hand to teleport him to different location. When I did that, I witness how the acid wall releases some fumes. That explains one thing, the invisible rope that the vice-president released to attack Ailestair, touches the acid. "What the hell was that?!" Ailestair shouted. "It's his invisible weapon. Stop shouting, I can't think straight." "What the fuck?! How do you think I'm going to stop shouting if I don't know the power of my enemy?! Im more excited to check how strong that power of his." Ailestair is now smiling like crazy.