Novel The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

He scrambled to retrieve the phone, his breath hitching as he tried messaging me instead, but only exclamation marks flashed on the screen. Panic clawed at his chest. He tore downstairs and sped home, but the empty house greeted him like a tomb. I had been long gone, and my beloved specimens had vanished from the shelves, too. The relentless ticking of the clock was the only sound, a cruel reminder that this wasn't some nightmare he could wake from. His mind went blank, grasping for anything to hold onto. Then he remembered the invitation I had thrown at him, one that he had dismissed as a childish jab.

Boss: “You ever been invisible? Not just ignored — invisible? That was me. The world didn’t see me, and for a while, I thought maybe that meant I didn’t exist. Until I learned invisibility cuts both ways. If they can’t see you… you can do anything. Go anywhere and Survive anything.” Behind the crates, Rico tightened his fists on his knees. Invisible? He knew that feeling. The streets had done that to him too — swallowed him whole and spat him out nameless. He didn’t want to relate to this man. But he did. And that scared him more than hate ever could.

Muhammad tightened his grip on his knee, his eyes burning with restless anxiety. "But seeing Malik... it's almost impossible. He uses something—something like spirits or genies—to escape. I've seen him slip past cameras, erasing fingerprints as if the place itself swallows them, leaving behind a void that no science can explain. I swear, neither I nor any officer I know has ever encountered a criminal like that. It's like fighting a man armed with a deadly weapon while standing helpless, except for his invisible weapon, which even our equipment can't register." Susan remained silent for a long moment, then leaned closer, her words slow, laced with both caution and intrigue. "But I once read

Just as it dared you to understand him, it revealed the commoner’s ultimate betrayal, transforming her into the story's true villainess. Mars was lost. The world outside the library’s single window dimmed from afternoon gold to deep twilight, then to the velvety black of true night. He only snapped out of it when he turned the final page, his body protesting with a chorus of aches. He blinked, his eyes stinging and watery, and groaned as he stood, his legs prickling with the agony of restored circulation. His phone screen glowed in the dark: past midnight. He had read for over ten hours, devouring a thousand pages without a single break. He stared at the strange novel with a mixture of awe a

​He nodded toward the far end of the marble ballroom, near the balcony that overlooked the darkened city. ​A man stood there, completely still amidst the dancing crowd. He wore a suit of bone-white linen that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. He was unnervingly thin, his skin so pale it was almost translucent, revealing the faint, grey network of veins beneath. But it was his eyes that stopped my breath—they were a flat, milky white, devoid of pupils, as if he were looking at a world we couldn't see.

I’m not going to see anything sitting, so I get up. “Hello,” I say again, because it’s obvious someone’s in here, but why the hell are they not answering? “Is anyone here?” I move forward, but slowly. I still hear the pages moving. Then I remember that vampires are extremely fast. Someone is in here. I stop when I see a large book on the floor; the pages are moving, but no one’s moving the pages. It’s almost like someone invisible has control of the book on the ground. But who? What the hell is happening here?

Liora Kane had spent her entire life trying to stay invisible. In a city ruled by shadows and syndicates, invisibility was the closest thing to safety. She buried herself in dusty library stacks, chasing degrees in literature and quiet dreams of a small apartment filled with books rather than bullets. But the world she tried so desperately to ignore had finally reached out and dragged her into its jaws.

“Welcome home, Amara.” I literally felt chills in my whole body. And I desperately searched round for the source of the voice, hoping I’d catch him. But I was sorely disappointed. The voice disappeared immediately after that. My heartbeat suddenly felt too loud inside my chest. My eyes moved instinctively toward the small cameras hidden in the corners. Victor continued walking like nothing had happened. Like mysterious billionaire voices speaking through invisible speakers was completely normal behavior. I huffed a breath, moving a strand of hair from my mouth as I stood straighter.

My sister, Megan Tate, suffers from a bizarre illness. Whenever she sees me, she convulses, vomits and sometimes even brings up blood. From then on, I become the invisible person in the house. I'm forbidden to appear anywhere Megan can see me. At first, my parents and my childhood friend, Kendrick Brown, still feel sorry for me, but as Megan's smiles grow more frequent, they gradually forget I exist. On the day I turn 18 years old, I sneak into the dining room while Megan is taking a nap in her room. Seeing a table full of delicious food and a huge cake, I happily run into my mom, Ellie Baker's, arms. "Mom, I know you guys still love me and won't forget about my birthday." The moment I

Mia's POV The morning sickness hit me as soon as I woke up. I barely made it to the bathroom in time, and afterward I knelt on the cold tile with my forehead against the sink, one hand pressed to my stomach, breathing through it. "I know," I whispered to them. "I know. We only have to do this a little longer." The mirror was unkind. Dark circles. Pale skin. Three more days. I only had to be invisible for three more days, and being invisible was the one thing K.T. Enterprises had ever trained me to do.