Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.

Was she turning into something? "Ah sht!" she groaned when a sudden pain hit her head. She also has the courage to puke, her insides twitching. "Huh? Erin?" "What's happening?" "Watch out!" The three of them panicked and hurriedly went to her side, catching her small frame in their extended arms. Erin falls on them, holding her head and clutching her hair tightly as she can so the growing pain would stop. Her other hand grips on the fabric covering her stomach as she can feel her insides twisting again. Something inside her wants to get out.

Just as I'm about to make a sharp turn toward the east wing where the music rooms stand silent, a primal chill rips down my spine like talons of ice. Everything inside me goes deathly still. A deep, dark presence coils through the air, ancient and knowing, curling around me like sentient smoke with purpose and malice. I freeze. Slowly, I turn—muscles tensed, ready to attack— But before my hand can even twitch in defense, a powerful invisible force slams into me with the weight of a collapsing star, locking me mid-stride. I'm suspended in air, held by invisible threads that dig into my bones like hooks of pure will, my time manipulation shattered like glass.

His thrusts grеw morе еrratic, morе frеnziеd, еach onе a sеaring brand lashing across hеr sеnsеs. Sarah tееtеrеd on thе еdgе of thе abyss, еvеry fibеr of hеr bеing coilеd taut in brеathlеss anticipation of thе rеlеasе that dancеd maddеningly just out of rеach. Shе nееdеd it, cravеd it with a hungеr so primal it dеfiеd rationality.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

Twisted into the web. Holding it shut.

My stomach twists. She leans in, breath hot on my neck. Her hand snakes downward, bold, deliberate. She grabs my cock. “Do you want a reminder?” she whispers, fingers brushing me. I gasp, stumbling back as if burned. “Don’t—” My hands are shaking as I snatch a bedsheet, wrapping it around me like armor. “Fuck you, Ivy.” Her smile widens, feral. “You already did. Multiple times.” Rage detonates inside me. “You must have drugged me!” My voice cracks, raw and jagged.

His clothes tear apart as the car behind him swerves around the wolf that was once a man. He runs, his paw leaving imprints wherever they land. *** Ivy's eyes snap open. They are a vivid blue, filling her irises entirely—no whites, no pupils, just an infinite expanse of blue. Her body goes rigid. The mattress beneath her erupts in blue flames, burning bright white at the center and consuming everything around it. She rises effortlessly, not using her hands. Her hospital gown ignites and disintegrates, leaving ash to fall from her skin.