Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.

Now, each of them was kneeling, one more submissively than the other. Tired of wasting time, Simon waved his hand. Three bodyguards stepped forward. They grabbed all three of them and dragged them into the abandoned factory. Not long after, their screams echoed from inside. The metallic scent of blood seeped through the tightly shut doors. Even I couldn't help but shiver at this. "Ms. Esmeray, Mr. Stewart would like to meet with you," Simon said. His tone was polite once again as he invited me back into the car.

I feel like I'm being torn apart like paper and got burned. "Sachi what's wrong?" Idris immediately approached me worried but I couldn't answer. I just kept screaming and like a worm twisted while Idris didn't know what to do and carried me to the front room. I can't stand the pain I'm feeling. What is happening to me? what is this? I felt water dripping down my face and saw Idris' eyes watering. "P-please help me, I can't stand the pain it's piercing through me" I beg as my eyes launch to flow some water. I did nothing and bit Idris' hand that was holding me to ease the pain but it didn't.

The Wraith was a professional; she needed to equalize the environment. Retreating into the study—a room filled with towering mahogany shelves and a massive glass skylight—she moved to a lighting control panel hidden behind a false book spine. Instead of her gun, she pulled a high-intensity infrared (IR) strobe from her pocket. Invisible to the naked eye, the device was the equivalent of a million flickering suns to someone wearing high-end night-vision goggles. She tossed it into the center of the room and momentarily pulled off her own goggles. Through the lenses, she saw the effect instantly. The Wraith, moving with predatory grace, suddenly recoiled. He ripped the goggles from his face, h

A book suddenly appeared on ivory’s hand it looked old but it was surprisingly in good shape. ‘What is this?’ ivory asked curiously. ‘It’s a technique book’. Ivory eyes lit up and she opened it, on its first page the title was written it was called Ice fist. The book contained images and writings. It involved enveloping your hands with ice such that, the ice looked like gloves. It had the ability to freeze and shatter anything punched and it could even harm those who were just a phase higher than the user. Ivory quickly sat down and immersed herself in the book. Anita finally lifted her head and smiled when she saw ivory reading. Anita suddenly looked up in worry but she wasn’t looking at wh

Who the hell is this? "Please get out of my room." I mumbled, my hand reaching for the call button slowly, praying they would not see. "Please." My finger found the square button but before I could press it a freezing cold hand was wrapped around my wrist. "Ow! What the hell? Let go of me!" A growl that sounded almost inhuman came next, then the stranger's face drew near, and all I could see of it was bright crimson eyes that almost surely meant my death.

The jitters in my chest kept me restless as I silently climbed down from the bed. In the dimly lit room, Grace Everly, my friend since our orphanage days, was seated on the surplus computer chair, donning an inexpensive headset and an oversized old hoodie that draped her frame. Her short, tousled raven hair carelessly clung at the ends. The dark circles beneath her eyes hint she hadn't taken a nap, typing the manuscript of her new novel, which she had just started a few days ago. The dim glow of her aging laptop screen accentuated her pale complexion and the subtle freckles scattered across her nose.

“That’s not part of the system.” The patterns beneath the ground flickered—just briefly—but enough. One section— Collapsed. The stabilized lines twisted inward, forming a tight, spiraling distortion that pulsed with aggressive instability. Raven stepped forward immediately. “That’s not reacting—it’s forming something.” Lucian’s flames ignited. “Yeah… and I don’t think it’s friendly.” Ethan’s expression tightened. “No.” A pause. “It’s resisting.” --- The Sixth Twist From the distortion— A figure emerged. Not like the others.

But because the fire noticed her when no one else did. Irsi Twists the Spark Irsi’s tongues hissed in chorus. This was it. The first flame. The root memory. She opened her mouth—wide and trembling—and whispered her most grotesque technique: “Undo the Why.” She did not just distort the memory. She inserted lies into it. She made Emma think the match had burned her. That the fire had ignored her. That the warmth she had clung to had never existed. --- Back in the Archives Emma staggered mid-step as she approached the next flame trial.

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.