Romans & histoires Lyrics Immortal Invisible

With the weight of being noticed by something that has no shape of its own. Give us your bond, the voice whispers. Let us wear your love. Your choice. Your together. We will be gentle. We will be kind. We will make you immortal in our wearing. You will exist forever, spoken in our voice, seen through our eyes. Lyra's answer is instant. Fierce. "No." Why?

LUCIAN Ambrosia. The seductress who has driven me crazy for months. This woman has clouded my mind since the first time I heard her voice of sin during her first music lesson. That day at the lower districts, I was there to visit an old friend who surprisingly turned out to be her music teacher. At first, when I heard her singing, I instantly thought her voice belonged to a siren. But I was wrong. She is a vampire, just like me, but I felt like a sailor being dragged to the depths of the ocean by her voice.

"You’re still a six-foot-four target with a very recognizable jawline. And I’m still the girl with the billion-dollar blood. We’re not exactly invisible." "Invisible is boring, Iris," he said, slamming the van into park behind a collapsed stone wall near the servant’s entrance. "I’ve always preferred a grand entrance. It makes the 'audit' much more memorable." He climbed into the back, the space suddenly feeling very small as his presence filled it. He didn't have the golden glow in his eyes anymore, but the way he looked at me—dark, intense, and utterly focused—made my skin prickle with a heat that had nothing to do with the mission.

I said happily. "By the way, I wanna know what is beauty in immortality?" I asked. "It's beauty where love never fades, it becomes infinite. But we live in this cruel world where everything has an end, and love is temporary," Maximus answered. "But love can be immortal, even if we die love will remain in our hearts as we go to the afterlife," Freeda said as he look at the Alpha's red eyes...I looked at Maximus. I can’t explain how I feel. Suddenly our faces came closer, my heart was beating fast.

Swallowing my pride, I stepped back and gestured toward the door. "Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "But if you cross me, Victor, I’ll make sure your death is slow and excruciating, and stay away from Kira." Victor straightened his jacket, his smirk growing bolder. "Understood, Invisible Lord, I've already stayed away, she wouldn't even want me again. Now, let’s find our boss." ---

Lucius told Amelia, offering his hand. A small smile touched her lips as she accepted it. Their bond would never cease to amaze me. Together, they began to move straight ahead. But Amelia abruptly stopped after a few steps, veering back. She clutched her mate’s hand tightly as she quickly turned to face us, her face pale with horror. My stomach clenched, heart beating fast as I awaited the horror she was about to share. “The—the—Invisibles.” She stammered. “They are here.”

I yelled, standing right behind him, “Please don’t do that! I am here for you!” It seemed as though I was talking to myself, he even chuckled at me. I didn’t want him to stare back at me, because any further move by him would put an end to all my efforts. Without wasting breath, his lyrics came on my lips and I started singing. My heart melts whenever you grip me And I suddenly realize I am immortal. When I lock eyes with you Can we kiss till the sun goes bye May this love never say goodbye...

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)

Oh gracious God, help now. Who could be after her life? Is it also that she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now. Who could be after her life? Is it also that she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now. she has her own invisible ghost stalker hunting her too like mine? Who is after her life? Oh gracious God, help now.

I see no lights anywhere in the compound. Sipping my Kitsune mask on, I begin to sing. “Hello darkness, my old friend. I’ve come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping. Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain. Still remains. Within the sound of silence.” with my voice, the soft and eerie tune of Simon and Garfunkel held a more sinister twist.