Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

His eyes found her immediately. Red vertical pupils tightened. Something changed there. Not recognition. Disruption. She wasn’t supposed to bend. She was bending. Outside the glass, the figure split. The coat opened like a wound. Dozens of green tendrils unfolded behind him—too many, too thin, too alive. They didn’t touch the glass. They ignored it. They crossed through it. Straight for Vivienne’s throat. Alexander moved. No thought. Just impact. A low sound broke out of him—half breath, half rupture.

I sent the most skilled shadow wolf, who was an expert in invisibility, to keep a close watch on the Twilight pack. After Dad and I left, Andre flipped the table in a fit of rage. "How could Jane do this?" he said in disbelief. "How could she leave me? What is she trying to do, asking her dad to show up in person? Is she trying to threaten us? Is she ever coming back?" Felicia sighed. "Well, Jane's mood has been terrible lately. First, Callie kicked her in the stomach. After that, she hasn't been able to rest properly. It's only normal for a pampered she-wolf like her to go to her dad for comfort.

Fitz begins checking the houses nearest the village center. And Iris... Iris stands perfectly still in the middle of the main square, her eyes closed, her face tilted slightly upward. "What are you doing?" I ask, moving closer despite myself. "Sensing." She doesn't open her eyes. "The wraith left traces. Magical residue. It's like..." She pauses, searching for words. "Like a scent, but in the mental realm. Dark. Hungry. Old." I watch her face as she works, noting the subtle shifts in her expression. The slight furrow between her brows. The way her lips press together when she encounters something particularly strong.

The discomfort or pain or whatever made her absent from reality. It was like a subtle wrongness, Ivy's fist clenched beside her and her inside twisted. Her power stirred within her, making her restless, making her feel all of it. She controlled her breath from going rasped by clenching her teeth but then containing it snapped the room into silence and almost immediately, she groaned softly as a strange pain surged in her chest. She felt like someone was ripping something out of her. It wasn't long before everyone noticed Ivy was rigid, completely still and struggling to blink.

I lifted my free hand, and my nails elongated into sharp claws. Sliding one claw against the palm of my hand, I cut my flesh. It wasn’t very deep, but it was enough to cover the crest in blood when I squeezed my hand. At first, nothing happened, but then the necklace lit up with a purple light. It was dim at first but then increased in brightness until it was nearly blinding. In an instant, the entire room was lit up with a flashing light, but it was gone just as quickly. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the suddenly blinding light, but when I could see clearly, I saw twelve black wolves circle me, covered in a purple haze.

I followed her line of sight but saw nothing. Vines rose up from the floor and wrapped around the air. Violet’s arm pulled backwards, bringing the vines closer. A pained grunt was heard, making me realize that it was actually someone that we couldn’t see. “Pull your gift back or else these vines will turn into wolfsbane. Now, that’s some pretty painful shit from what I’ve heard. You have fifteen seconds to decided,” Violet told the invisible person. To make her point and psych out whoever the fuck it was, a new vine appeared as the seconds ticked by.

The pain within me vanished in seconds, leaving me gasping to catch my breath. Wasting no time, I picked up Ivan by the neck and tossed him into the circle that The Skin and Blisters had drawn. The moment he hit the ground, there was a strange energy that seemed to crackle around him. He tried to step out, but an unseen force kept him trapped inside. His eyes moved to The Skin and Blisters as understanding dawned on him as they began chanting together. "What are you doing?!" he yelled, panic edging into his voice.

"I am looking forward seeing you guys getting to know each other more." Sharon nodded while her chest tightened as Isabella turned away. Davis, in the meantime, was in the living room staring at Ethan, who was now asleep on the couch. "What then is on your mind?" Seeing Davis's unfocused attitude, Peter asked Davis said fast, "Nothing." And smiled tight. But his head was whirling. Ethan's eye shapen and jaw curve were quite similar. Mary's earlier words kept coming back to him and he started to doubt everything. Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E

Chapter 105 – The Heart of Chaos The path to the twisted nexus stretched before them, a ribbon of black stone that shimmered like oil under the jagged starlight of the Shadow Veil. Each step echoed with a low, resonant hum, as if the void itself were breathing. Jessica led the way, her spark pulsing in rhythm with the violet light emanating from the structure ahead—a grotesque mockery of the nexus, its spires coiling like serpents around a core that throbbed with chaotic energy. The Weaver’s warning—*“The heart knows your name”*—clung to her like frost, chilling her resolve but not breaking it.

“It has to be done. There’s no other way.” With a synchronized step, they entered the gateway. Immediately, the world warped around them. Gravity twisted, light bent into impossible angles, and whispers became screams. They stumbled at first, disoriented, as the Abyss tested their resolve. Shadows formed into grotesque versions of themselves Lucien’s wings ripped and torn, Kiran’s claws glistening with a venomous darkness. Each illusion taunted them, each movement a challenge to their sanity. And then they saw her.