Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

I am standing still, not even nodding my head. “Come, Stella. We should go home” she got hold of my hands and we reached her car. I didn’t think about anything. I just slept in the car itself. …. I am here wearing a tight-fitting black dress. It looks like I was going to war. The door opened to reveal Chris in a stern face. “Are you ready?” “Yeah,” I got hold of his hands and went outside to see a whole group of robots standing and seeing us. They are shouting about something. I can’t able to concentrate on it. My head is spinning. It hurts. Everything looks upside down.

I see a bottle of vodka, salt and lime. "Were those always there, or did you just put them today?" "Just today. Stay still, baby." He pours salt between my legs, pours vodka in my belly button, and makes me hold a lime wedge between my teeth. I feel him licking up the salt and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He drinks the vodka and finally sucks the lime held between my teeth, looking into my eyes the whole time. He licks up the remaining salt from my pussy, making me orgasm.

Pull. With a sharp, violent twist of my wrists, the shadows along the volcanic pit violently elongated, rising up from the boiling steam like solid walls of black glass. I didn't try to absorb the blinding white light this time; I used the shadows to violently clamp onto the spinning brass arms of the wheel, creating a massive, grinding drag against the machinery. The metal screeched in agonizing protest as my void collided with their solar grid. "The abomination is forcing the gears!" a priest screamed from behind the partition, his voice cracking with sudden terror. "The capacitors are backing up! Release the light-wards! Purge the vault!"

Her body became a glowing testament flushed, marked with bites and handprints, dripping with cum and light. I was similarly swept away. Silas and Wren double-penetrated me while Rook fucked my throat. Vespera and I found each other repeatedly in the currents, hands roaming, mouths devouring, as our mates claimed us in the swirling chaos. At the calm center of the Vortex, the core eight formed the ultimate knot.

“You bastard…” Footsteps on the path behind us. “Sophia? Are you out here?” Ryan’s voice. Davies moved fast. He grabbed me and pulled me into the thick shadows beside the boathouse, pressing my back against the wooden wall. Before I could protest, he shoved two fingers back inside me, deep and sudden. His other hand covered my mouth. “Shhh,” he whispered hotly in my ear, slowly pumping his fingers while Ryan’s footsteps got closer. “Not a fucking sound.”

He felt the Echoes stirring around him, whispers of forgiveness, anger, longing. A roar echoed, the pit trembled, smoke and ash rose like a tidal wave. The crown began to spin above the pit, faster and faster, the embers flared, the air went hot, John shielded his eyes. Sarah took hold of his arm. “We have to break it from the inside.”

Marcus glanced up from his computer. "Ooh, whose the admirer?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Shut up," I laughed, but my cheeks flushed with pleasure. I carefully untied the simple white ribbon, my fingers fumbling with anticipation. I lifted the lid. And my smile died. Nestled inside against a bed of stark white tissue paper weren't roses or tulips. They were flowers I'd never seen before. A deep, bruised purple, almost black. The petals were waxy and sharp, the stems twisted and thick with thorns. They looked... violent.

Now. I took a slow step backward, And the trees moved. At least, that’s what it looked like at first. But then I realized, they weren’t moving on their own. Something was bending them. Branches twisted unnaturally, bending like they were being pushed inward by invisible hands. Shadows slipped between the trunks, long, thin shapes that didn’t belong to any animal I knew. Blue snarled. Ambush! Aurora, shift! Now! I tried. But before my bones could even begin to change, a circle of violet light erupted beneath me. Ancient lines carved themselves into the dirt, spiraling outward in intricate, glowing patterns that pulsed with unnatural power.

Of being completely, irrevocably owned. My room was dark, cold, the window fogged thick with frost patterns that looked like claw marks raking across the glass. I locked the door with trembling fingers and slid down it, knees drawn tight to my chest, forehead pressed hard against them as if sheer pressure could crush the aching want out of my body. It didn’t work. The ghost of the silver chains still bit into my wrists and ankles with phantom pressure; the black silk blindfold’s darkness still pressed behind my eyes, sharpening every filthy memory until I could replay them in perfect, agonizing detail.

The Twist: Marcus uses his new hybrid speed to disarm the mercenaries, snapping wrists and throwing bodies through the glass partition walls. It happened so fast it was scary. Marcus was a dark shadow moving across the office. He slammed into the first guard before the man could even pull his trigger. Marcus grabbed the man’s thick arm and twisted it hard. The loud crack of snapping wrists echoed in the quiet room. The guard dropped his rifle instantly, screaming in pure agony.