Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings. An image of a girl with long, red, wavy hair flashed before my eyes and smiled at me, very tender and sweet like it would end my immortality. Then she collapsed into the floor. The vision went black. I couldn't see anything... it was dark... yet there were whispers. "It's her..." "Puoi permetterti di perderla?" "Take her..." "Sarà la tua morte..." I opened my eyes and sat down. My hands were shaking and I was having a hard time catching my breath due to shock. Fucking dream! No. It was a nightmare!

IVY’S POV The whisper didn’t stop. It didn’t even pause. It throbbed faintly at the edges of my mind, curling through my thoughts like tendrils of smoke slipping under a closed door— an intrusion that was both unwelcome and irresistible. Ivy… come closer. The sound wasn’t quite a voice, not in the way someone might speak to you aloud. It was more like an echo inside my bones, the faintest vibration that somehow made the hair at the nape of my neck stand on end.

She saw the shape of their power now, the fragile web they’d spun around the world. Twist five was the most chilling. Someone was tracing her every keystroke, but made no attempt to intervene. They watched and waited, studying her patterns, trying to predict her next move. It was a silent challenge, a promise that the game was far from over. Nyxara’s pulse quickened, the wolf inside stretching, eager for this new hunt.

Layers unfolded beneath her touch. Hidden pathways. Security checks. She moved through them like they weren’t there. Because to her They weren’t. The flaw appeared almost instantly. Smaller than before. More contained. But familiar. The same looping error. Still embedded. Still alive. Trying to rebuild itself. Ivy’s eyes narrowed slightly. Whoever attempted to fix it Didn’t understand it. That was their first mistake. Her fingers moved. Faster now. More decisive. No hesitation. She didn’t just isolate the flaw this time.

This place is older than any kingdom still standing—a forgotten piece of the world I dragged back into use. Dust settles on the crooked shelves along the walls. Old books, glass bottles, bones. A single cracked chair sits in the corner. No luxury. No softness. Just purpose. Good. I press my palms together and slowly part them, twisting the space between my hands until a swirling vortex appears, a spiral of black and purple shadows. Cold air pours into the room, curling around my boots and carrying with it the faint scent of ash and burned metal. A hand reaches through first—pale, slender fingers against the dark swirl. Then an arm. Then the rest of her.

I can even smell the sweet stench that had been in the morgue. Something clicks inside me like a streak of gears that jerked the last piece to make the clock strike 12. That is true. I had sworn to avenge Davina. "And now you can do that". The giant's face is devoid of the usual tinge of humor. I look down at my fingers. A spontaneous urge makes me reach out my arms. A twister, far more powerful than I had experienced during a galdr song, spreads on my palms. I push my hands forward, and the invisible air pressure causes the twigs of the tall pine trees to flutter to the side, as if a figure is passing between them.

[The Vault of Echoes] The vibration didn't stop. It wasn't just a sound; it was a physical invasion, a low-frequency hum that seemed to vibrate the very marrow of Ivy’s bones. In the master suite, the black silk of the discarded robe lay on the floor like a shed skin, a reminder of the carnal war they had just waged. Dante’s hand was still clamped around Ivy’s wrist, his fingers pressing into the silver shimmer that was now migrating toward her elbow. His obsidian eyes weren't looking at her; they were fixed on the door, tracing the invisible geometry of the house’s descent into chaos.

I saw him lunge forward, saw the intruder dodge at the last second with unnatural agility. And that's when everything went wrong. Something made me stumble—not a physical obstacle, but a smell. A scent so sharp and bitter and fundamentally wrong that it felt like someone had punched me in the gut. My stomach turned violently, and my head swam with sudden dizziness. The world tilted sideways, and I had to throw my hands out to catch myself against a fence post. *What...* I started to think. *Wolfsbane,* Riven hissed, his mental voice tight with alarm and pain. *It's wolfsbane. Don't breathe it in...*

Sanvika changed angles and took him in through her lips. They stumbled back into the restaurant… Entangled hands and legs…. Just frantically kissing. Vivaan grabbed her lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. Sanvika closed her legs around him. She kissed him with passion. Vivaan kissed down to her neck and down to her cleavage. Sanvika’s fingers entangled in his hair as her head fell back in pleasure. She bit onto her lips.

He looked at me and winked. “Why would you do that? Dig about him. Getting him out of my life. I mean, why would you?” “What do you think? Why would a man go to that extent, Lyra?” He asked me. I was confused with everything revealed and having a hard time assimilating everything. Things shouldn’t be this complicated between us. I and Nathan were just strangers, then why was the past so full of twisted. It tangled us with one another so badly that I was finding it hard to set myself free from him.