Just An Illusion Novels & Stories

I sighed 'Out of everything that has happened to me as of yet this was probably the least bizarre thing' 'I wish to lie down on the floor and pretend as if nothing happened- "Like hell, I can't do that while sitting right next to a dead body!" At this point I had little to no courage left, I couldn't even look at the cold and lifeless body of Fay without crying my eyes out "Just where did it all go wrong...." I crouched against the counter and draped my face with my hands while I let my thoughts run wild... 'None of this feels real, like all of this is an illusion! I want to wake up from this hellish nightmare, what should I do...!?'

She said she was horrified, and suddenly the old tree showed its eyes and mouth. "Illusion tree?" Nara said slowly. An illusion tree where the victim will feel the illusion of life that the victim wants to feel. Then the tree will manifest and refuse to return to the real world. Even that person will die, and at that moment the illusion trees will absorb the energy of their victims.

I asked after thinking for some seconds. The eunuch shook his head in agreement. "Illusion is the only option that can help us but it is not black magic." He muttered. I have gave the option a second thought in my head— Illusion. It seems like a perfect way to be present at the kingdom and be able to save my mate.

“Do you know how to lie?” Mira stared blankly at Theresa. “What?” Theresa paced slowly around her, her boots silent against the damp earth. “Today,” she said, “you learn how to lie to the world.” Mira raised a brow. “Are we sure lie is the word to use?” Theresa stopped. “Illusions are lies wrapped in belief. You don’t just trick the eye, you convince reality to bend.” Mira exhaled. “Sounds... complicated.”

“Everything you wrote was just an illusion, an illusion of the type of life you wanted, and do you know what genre this falls in?” “Umm…romance?” “Yeah, but it’s fiction, so all you need to do is change the title and let everyone know you weren’t writing about your marriage but about what you wished you wanted your marriage to be about.” Won’t that be admitting to everyone that I was the problem in my marriage because I expected my husband to be like my male lead? “You are advising I lie to the public?” I couldn’t believe his suggestion. “No, I am advising you to stop lying to yourself,” he answered, and the more he spoke, the more confused I got.

They saw Kane standing before them, his eyes filled with shadow. “You failed me,” the illusion said, his voice dripping with venom. “And you’ll fail them too.” Lyla clenched her fists. “You’re not real.” “Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” the illusion hissed. Jonas gritted his teeth. “Lyla, how do we fight something that isn’t real?” “We don’t,” she said, meeting Kane’s hollow eyes. “We accept it, and we move forward.” As soon as she spoke, the illusions shattered.

and even now few minutes ago Elena was hesitant ..even now she was thinking what their relationship really meant ..like every girl she wanted some boy to be back of her , follow her and propose her near the beach or in a club in front of her friends but see look at her now ..she’s in a bath tub with a man with her own fantasy thoughts .. Well people have said it right ..that our thoughts , fantasies and make us really wild and take us to an amazing dream world ..which doesn’t exist .. Elena ..

It happened not more 59 seconds. “What a success!” She flow down from the highest bricks. Dust hurled, cover the area where the man previously stood in horror. Strangely, everything seems natural and that everything that have happen seems like a mere illusion. However, the fading man are nowhere to be seen. Atleast that's Misty will think after the dust emptied. She sigh in relief after, but with strange anticipation. “What a vicius trick, I'm really intelligent!” This is her first time unleashing the trick she acquire from constant victory. Obviously, the world is unreal but the feeling is beyond realistic.

my father suggests. The two moon elves take positions on either end of the room and begin to trace words and symbols along the edges in dream paste. Soon our faces are all awash in blue glow as the light from the activated paste shines dully, casting us all in harsh shadows. Despite the burn of the light, I cannot close my eyes, mesmerized as they spin their illusion, the air itself growing thick with tendrils of blue and gold, as reality reforms around us. We are still ourselves, but not ourselves as the illusion takes hold. I can see my arms, and my legs but the others look like crates and boxes, dismantled materials. Even the room is dark, the fire out, and the dreamers nowhere to be seen

She shook her head. “They don’t come to life. They are mere illusions so they can’t cause any physical harm. A man may fall down dead under an illusion and once the illusion is gone, the man stands back up.” Some warriors had sustained injuries that night but once I went under, their injuries vanished along with the wolves. If things like these continued to happen, it won’t be long before everyone links everything to me.