Just An Illusion Novels & Stories

Lucius tore himself free from the Knights' grip and crawled across the floor toward the bundle. The Elders didn't stop him. Everyone just watched the fool play out his final act. With trembling hands, he picked up the neatly wrapped swaddle Lilith had discarded. He carefully opened it, a final shred of hope in his chest. The air went still. There was no baby. No cry. Just a dummy sculpted from magical clay, its energy already gone, beginning to crumble. It lay there, a silent, cruel mockery of his fatherhood. Lucius froze.

Soon, the couple opened their eyes for the third time and the fourth time. An hour later, after they opened their eyes countless times, the illusions in front of them began to become more and more unreal. Samuel and Yvonne also knew that the illusions would either collapse in the end or completely end. Either it was holding back its last great move and giving others the greatest impact. What was the greatest impact? Even though you knew that it was fake, it could still bring about an even greater impact than if it was real. Obviously, once the latter situation occurred, even Samuel, an experienced veteran, couldn't help but feel nervous!

My knees buckle, but I force myself to stay upright. Vincent. Mom. The details are too visceral, too real. Torn clothing soaked through with blood. Limbs bent at impossible angles. Deep gouges across their skin like something massive fed on them. My mind goes cold. The smell of blood is so real. So strong. Every detail crisp and clear in ways that make my stomach heave. "It's not real," I whisper. “It’s just another Illusion. It has to be.” But doubt creeps in, insidious and terrifying. The last illusion hurt me. The stab wounds felt real.

It did not feel like an illusion at all. Nevertheless, he still wanted to try going through the passage. Ignoring the scars on his body and the shadows’ attack, he continued walking forward. The shadows’ attacks grew denser, and more scars were added to his body. Both his physical body and soul had suffered injuries. Soon, his mind became blurry. ‘It’s an illusion. It’s definitely an illusion.’ James only had one thought in his mind: to ignore everything in the outside world. No matter how severe his injuries were, it was all fake.

The proof is that the girl's power awakens long-dead feelings. The thrill of life. Jay knew it was an illusion. His heart could no longer beat. Only the body frame was perfected. But just like its existence in this mortal world, illusions can manifest as the universe's interpretation of miracles. That is why human children echo the words: nothing is impossible. Sometimes, Jay appreciates them more than adult humans who close off hope. "Are you drunk?" James approached. "No." "Your ears are red." "It doesn't matter!" Jay said, stroking the edge in embarrassment.

I close my eyes with the rest of students in class i still could feel the ground rumbling, shaking, just then a hand dropped on my shoulders, I turned behind to see who that was, and I met myself facing me.. Like, I see my own self looking at me... "Are you me,?" I look disturbed. "Yes, your evil self,". My illusion said to me. "How! I'm not evil,". I speak as I look at myself giggling to my face, " of cause you're not evil, but eventually you will,?". It says the moment it stops laughing.

Noah Ellis had a theory about Mason Reed. The theory was this: Mason was the most self-aware person Noah had ever met who worked the hardest to pretend he wasn't. Everything Mason did, the jokes, the charm, the easy confidence that filled whatever room he walked into, was deliberate. Not fake, Noah had never thought it was fake, but deliberate, the way an architect is deliberate, building something functional and beautiful that also happened to hide its own foundations. Most people never looked for the foundations.

Sirrius thought for a moment and then said to Hana, "I can't say much now. But I have a warning for you. Reality and illusion are intimately interrelated." Sirrius left as soon as he finished speaking; Hana knew what Sirrius was trying to remind her of. And now Hana was sure that Sirrius knew about her. Remembering the illusions of Jackson and the beautiful woman, Hana thought wistfully.

Etched words shimmer faintly in the moonlight: Nothing is what meets the eye. Theo reads it out loud. “What does that mean?” I turn toward them both. “It means we can’t trust our sight. Not anymore.” Sonia swallows hard. “Then how do we know what’s real?” “We don’t,” I say. “Not unless we learn to see past illusions. To feel what’s true.” I place the mirror back onto the pedestal and glance once more around the room. Every shelf, every scrap of parchment, feels like a thread waiting to be pulled.

A humorless chuckle slipped his lips. "Love... it's such a foolish emotion. It blinds your senses and put your intelligence to shame. I was young, carefree, and reckless with no care for the consequences of my actions." His eyes glistened with a sheen of tears. "I never once thought my one mistake would come back to haunt me forever."