Invisible Twists Novels & Stories

A high-pitched ringing reverberates in my ears and my teeth ground at the auditory assault. I squint through the disorientation and my eyes almost bulged at the portal Wrath had shoved me through. A dark hole seemed to warble in front of me and as I peer through I could make out the inside of Wrath's suite. With a flick of his wrist, the portal vanishes and I'm stuck frozen, my jaw aching from hanging open so long. "How—? What—"

My mother asked annoyingly. “Mom. It happened so fast. I was just sitting there talking to David and she came out of no where and plopped on top of me and just went straight for the kiss the same time Amaly walked up. From the moment on, I can tell she was fighting Akira. But when Tiffany walked away, Akira just started shaking with her eyes rolling back. I caught her on time before she hit the ground.” “Hmmmm..” Dr Anniston says looking at my mate.

His breathing turned ragged, chest heaving. Beside him, the woman squeezed her hands into fists so tight her knuckles went bone white — then suddenly clutched at her own throat, like she couldn't breathe. Their eyes — God, their eyes — started to flicker, the irises glitching between colors, unnatural and fast, like a broken projector. My stomach turned, but I kept staring. It was working. These are the twins. These are the killers. Vanessa’s concoction — whatever the hell she brewed — was dragging them out.

Not like a tide—like a strike. It tore through me—full-body, spiral-born, tether-fed. Not natural. Not timed. Just wrong. My vision whited out. My ribs bowed, and a sound escaped me that wasn’t a cry, wasn’t a growl—just raw. My hands slammed into the cave wall before I knew I’d moved, fingers splaying across stone slick with frost and sweat. My knees gave. The heat coiled outward from the mark under my ribs, from the tether still humming in my spine. The spiral didn’t burn.

A violent, psychic shove. GO! The aster, roots and tiny bloom, is ripped from the sundered cliff. Not into the void. Down. Through layers of screaming rock, weeping memory-vines, gnawing void-stomachs. Down into the absolute dark. Down into the core of the Unraveler’s cell. Its perfect, malevolent negation. The roots hit the impossible, non-dimensional walls of its prison. And… pierce.

The air was still cold, the temperature having dropped significantly due to the Echo Wraith. The Echo Wraith is a haunting presence within the Cavern of Eternal Echoes, a place known for its labyrinthine complexity and the disturbing resonance of every sound. It glides silently through the caverns, leaving behind a trail of maddening echoes. These echoes are warped, amplified distortions that play on the deepest insecurities and fears of those who hear them. They take on the voices of the damned, whispering hidden regrets and unconfessed sins, often blending them with a cacophony of falsehoods to disorient and unsettle their victims.

This is someone she loved so much. Ava and Britney explained everything to Danielle. Danielle fell to her feet She was weak, she felt numbness from her head to toe, she couldn't even find her voice. She kept staring at nothing. Britney was scared that she might lose it. She got close to her, made her sit up while wiping the tears from her eyes, "I'm sorry" she said crying too.

" I tried to swallow. Then we will rewrite all. Beyond the Vault, the trees stirred. One shadow passed between them...loudless, inhuman, translucent with gold. Echo tilted her head. She had found the hidden signal. She reached forward, fingers brushing the Vault's invisible barrier. It hissed under her touch, sparks flaring. She smiled. And whispered: "Walls break." Then she vanished into the dark.

The transition through the portal was disorienting. One moment, the group was surrounded by the desolate ruins of the Rift; the next, they were falling through a kaleidoscope of light and shadow. The swirling colors shifted erratically, and strange whispers brushed against their minds—some alluring, others filled with dread. Alex clutched the Nexus Crystal tightly as they tumbled through the vortex. The whispers from the crystal mingled with the portal’s strange energy, creating a cacophony in their head. They squeezed their eyes shut, willing themselves to focus.

Snow White was still drifting in a hazy consciousness. Her eyelids remained shut, yet she could feel countless hands roaming over her body—massive, heavy hands that radiated a scorching heat. Suddenly, something thick and rigid was thrust into her mouth. It was so huge and firm that her jaw nearly locked, filling her oral cavity completely as it began to thrust in and out with a rhythmic, carnal force.