Invisible Sight Novels & Stories

The man froze. His face was hidden in shadow, so I could not make out his expression. However, I could see that his bright eyes were staring straight at me, as if trying to study my face. Theodore Jensen knew his reputation preceded him. Violent, ruthless, unpredictable, a man who slaughtered without batting an eye... Naturally, all of it was true. As for the last person who had seen him handle something personally, he had already been sent to the Southern Isles. Whether he was still alive was another question, but he was definitely missing a few organs.

Then she turns to face me and for the first time, I am able to get a proper look at her eyes. She is said to be blind, with only the whites of her eyeballs visible for all to see. And yet as I stare at her, I catch a glimmer of red. Red flames smoulder deep in her eyes. From far away I hear her voice; it is the voice of thunder echoing and also the mere whisper that runs through my mind. I begin to feel afraid and try to tear my gaze away from her but it feels as if an invisible pair of hands are holding onto my face and forcing me to look. So I look, I have no choice but to look.

“Can you take me to the exact spot?” “What… right now?” “Maybe tonight. When it’s dark. If it’s dark it should look the same. Maybe I’ll remember something.” ooOoo Ivor sat by Anna’s side and stared at the piece of road for a long time. There was very little to see. It was a corner on a narrow unlit country road with a warning sign for the coming bend. There were trees and fenced-off fields on either side, and a small farmhouse with lights in its three windows just visible directly ahead, between the trees on the crest of a hill. An unremarkable fragment of rural Essex. He was about to apologize for asking her to drive him to the spot, when the first flashback occurred. It was nothing more t

"Wait, if people can't see you, will they be looking at me and think that I am crazy? I have been talking for ten minutes alone..." "Don't worry. They can't see you too, right now. I have used my invisible power on you, as well." "Wait! You mean, I am invisible right now, like... how does it even work? Is it like Harry's invisible cloak?" "No. Just a lot of brain power and concentration and I can hide myself from humans. I have been hiding in the creek, in here, as well, but I don't know how you can see me." "I saw you in my dream, as well. But I think it was not a dream."

The true purpose was to push Carella out of her comfort zone and let her learn more about the world. Carella had though that her world was over after she got blind. The orphanage never care to ask how it happened or even bothered to take her to an eye doctor. And so, with the world completely dark, Carella doubted that there would ever be a life for her. Sophia wanted her to know that there was more to life that eye sight. She had been blind since she was born but she never gave up on life, instead she pressured her grand mother into teaching her how to make herbs and identify them by their smell and their feel.

I smile, slow and intentional. “I have more than enough evidence.” Then I add, casually, “Also… I want you to know I’m undergoing treatments for my eyes. I’m no longer considered as legally blind. Vision impaired, yes, but not blind. After my next treatment, my vision should be at one hundred percent.” Her eyebrows lift. “So… you’re keeping up the ruse.” “Yes. I don’t want him knowing I can see.” She smirks. “Fair enough. Now... the evidence?”

It was what she recognized hidden in the unfinished spaces, in the delicate outline that waited to be filled. Her own silhouette. No one else would notice it—not yet. It was abstract enough, subtle enough, disguised in fragments. But she knew. Her profile, her stance, her face caught in the suggestion of shadows—she saw it immediately, the way one recognizes their reflection in passing glass. Her chest tightened. She wanted to throw the phone across the room, to shut the screen and pretend she hadn’t seen it. But she couldn’t. Her eyes stayed glued to the image, tracing the lines, aching at the intimacy of it.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Chapter 54: The Ghost in the Glass The silence of the medical bay was deafening. Every beep of the heart monitor felt like a hammer striking a nail into Jade’s soul. She stood before a mirror, watching the subtle, rhythmic pulse of violet light deep within her iris. It was a beautiful poison, a digital cancer that made her feel more alive and more dead than she had ever been.

Suddenly, a deafening roar split the sky. Several armed police helicopters thundered overhead. Their blinding white searchlights enveloped the highway, lighting up the darkness like it was broad daylight.