Invisible Man Novels & Stories

Victoria Bella Washington; I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. Was Vincenzo Dante Volkov truly a madman hiding in a deceptively normal human body? Fear clenched around me like a vice, freezing my scream in my throat. My eyes stayed glued to the gruesome scene before me—a poor man, alive but helpless, being devoured by ravenous rats. Who would’ve guessed those tiny monsters could turn so vicious? Then again, a bucketful of them could become a force of terror.

The ant-man vanished again after taking two steps. He swallowed a thunder-type Healing Pill and activated his Iris Veritas. The ant-man was not a creature of his realm, but there must be a source for its powers. Wilbur felt like if he could find the source and hit the vitals of the ant-man, the ant-man would stop being invisible.

Exorcism or proper burial rites can banish them. How a Hindu undead spirit got to Underdenver was anybody’s guess, but I was becoming less and less surprised at anything anymore. X came out of his room in our apartment, looking unlike himself. Mr. X was known as the Man in Black who dressed Victorian while all the others dressed as 1950’s G-men. Impersonating Mr. M, X had to look the part, and so he did. “What about the real Mr. M?” I asked. “The real Mr. M is dead, but no one knows it but me. I’ve kept the knowledge of his death from becoming known so that I can use him as an alternate identity.”

1) Mini Map ( N/A) Skills: Passive:- Intimidation ( Mid) Martial Arts ( High) Weapon Mastery ( High) Versatile Works ( High) Active:- Identify ( N/A) Special Traits: Calm Minded ( Possess abnormal control of own mental state even in a dire situation) Limitless physical growth ( Given due to inability to master Magic in Fantasma) Modern Man ( Possess advanced knowledge and social norms far surpassing any civilization on Fantasma) }} "…..high human?….why??..". I know and am sure that I'm a normal homo sapiens, But why am I labeled as High human?.

The device automatically fixed to the QED as though it were a finely woven shirt with a pant to match. Hanson eyes wondered around as though he'd kept something close by. He couldn't find what he wanted, so he dropped the contraptions just beside him on bed. Just then his eyes fixed to the action figure Andy was holding earlier when he'd just walked inside. A warm smile cut across his face. He raised it to his face. "What character is this?" he asked Andy without taking his eyes from it. "It's Iron Man from Marvel," answered Andy, indifferently. "Can he do stuffs?" asked Hanson.

The Invisible Man. The librarian smiled. “Oh, yes,” she chuckled. “For Halloween, you know.” I thought of James West out for a stroll at midnight in the fog. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything in that index about an old TV show? Saturday Nightmares?” She pursed her lips slightly and walked out from behind the desk to a large wooden cabinet full of small drawers. She glanced at her watch, then pulled out one of the drawers and shuffled through the tiny cards inside, pausing once to pull out a card, then another a few seconds later.

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.

Psyche Flint firmly said as she stared directly on Grandpa Flint’s eyes. Grandpa Flint smiled and was not shocked of Psyche Flint’s declaration of peace for humanity because he already heard it many times inside his dreams. For within five years of hiding, he had a dream of a human silhouette who stood firmly in front of zombie army. That person looked straight and declared her words to many people.

Nala's breath is choked, when the figure manages to show who he really is, after the fragrant chocolate and the combination of the intense aroma of rain increasingly fill Nala's room. Nala's eyes widen as the heart accelerates. There stood a man in black leather pants with no shirt. The first thing that makes Nala proud is what is painted on the man's chest. Her name is written in large, clear black ink on his tan skin. Nala. Nala doesn't know who this foreign man is, and why it could be in her tightly locked room and without a balcony. It was only suddenly in her room after Nala had just celebrated her birthday with her family downstairs.

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn