Invisible Sight Novels & Stories

As I got ready to get myself an excuse, I came to notice that he can't see me at all. My gift, I got a gift, and that supposed to be my gift. I thought that vampires found out about their gifts years after the shift, didn't know it could be that fast. The funny thing was that I was doubting about having a gift since I was only a half-vampire. My gift turns out to be from what I'm seeing right now to invisibility. It seems that I can get invisible whenever I want and totally invisible. Chris was not only unable to see me, but he also can't smell my scent, nor hear my heartbeats.

I can see Rosaline as well. Now I can see Mama Tina and other guys in our house it looked as if they had a meeting and they have closed. Listen from now your devil eyes has been activated you can see beyond ordinary human. You can see what is ahead of you and what is about to happen. Again you can see me if I am under attack and we can speak in private.

I cannot give it up so easily. He cannot give up. I have seen and heard so many miracles. For example, being cured of cancer, a fatal disease. Or diseases like HIV have twenty or thirty years of a healthy life without setbacks through care. Losing your vision is not the same. I know it is not, but it is impossible for me not to consider every option that manifests in my head. “I think you know the answer to that question very well.” He focuses his eyes on me, but I know he can’t see me. I understand.

The big screen in the hall displayed several images of different people with all sorts of weird looks and forms. He pressed another button and the image of a particular girl expanded till it covered the other images. Her eyeballs are completely white it looks like she can't see a thing. " Meet Blind Bat, She's been blind from birth and was abandoned on the streets when the virus broke out. My scavenging team found her half dead on the streets and she was brought to me. She can't see with her eyes, but trust me, She knows all that happens around her through vibrations. Plus, she makes some silent noise like bats that makes her detect when there's an obstacle or object blocking her" he explain

It cost the particular freedom of the person who believes they are less visible than they are, who has organized their interior life around the assumption of a certain invisibility, who has kept certain things safe behind the belief that no one was looking closely enough to see them. He had been looking closely enough. He had been looking closely enough to see the ochre. She pressed the flannel shirt against her chest. She thought about the engagement dinner. She had been frightened at the engagement dinner, had needed the sketchpad and the underground of the work, had believed the disappearing was invisible. He had looked down the table and had seen. She had been learning, since she found t

Someone who had been standing in this exact spot with this exact quality of attention for a significant amount of time. They heard us when we were thirty meters away. They did not turn immediately. They finished something first. A small precise motion of both hands directed at the ground. Then they turned. I did not recognise the face. Middle aged. Unremarkable in the way that people who had spent decades not being noticed became unremarkable. The specific quality of someone who had made invisibility a practice. But the eyes. The eyes were the recognisable thing. Not because I had seen them before.

Completely different experience of it. The difference was not the dress or the title or the Caldwell name beside mine on the place card. The difference was that I was no longer invisible. I felt it immediately — the shift in the room's attention as we entered, the way conversations paused and resumed at a slightly different register, the movement of eyes and the subtle reorientation of bodies toward the door. Richard moved through it with the ease of long practice and I moved beside him and I was aware, with a clarity that was neither uncomfortable nor intoxicating but simply factual, that every person in this room was reassessing everything they thought they knew.

"What have you done, Laura?" "Not now, Ludovic. Since you're king, command your men to stand down, and I'll show mercy to your kind." I looked at Iris and father beside me. "The problem is," my eyes changed, and my canines lengthened. Father and Iris stood close and poised, ready to strike, "it's in our nature to fight back. We're beasts, and we fight to the death." She flailed her hands, levitating in the air. The objects in the room vibrated. Empty glass flask fell to the floor, as the men scampered for safety. Her voice bsacme distorted as she spoke. "I am invisible. You cannot defeat me."

I blink rapidly, tears finally spill over. I’ve spent my whole life waiting to be invisible. Now, for the first time, I finally want to be seen.

He was following the conversation in silence. “Our protection spell is strong and powerful.” The advisor emphasized the middle sentence. “The problem is, our opponent knows how to break the spell.” “What about invisible spell?” “Darren…” The advisor looked at him tiredly. “Don’t make it look that we taught you nothing all these years. There’s no such thing as invisible spell.” “He’s right, Darren. Naked eyes are able to catch any visual object except if it hidden under a camouflage.” “And human can’t be a camouflage, they can only be covered by the camouflage.” Added the advisor.