Queen The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

Marcus watched me as if I were a bad joke. "Putting on a show." He sneered. "You think just making a call will" His words died on his lips. Because a loud roar suddenly came from outside the window. Everyone turned their heads, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the sky, a black private helicopter was slowly descending. On the side of the fuselage, a prominent silver 'V' crest was emblazoned. That was the Vanguard family crest. The entire corridor fell into a deathly silence.

The prince let go of me, and I forced myself to my feet. The throne shadows turned violent. Madness’ crimson eyes swept across the graveyard, raking the thin air, hunting every inch to find me. As I staggered toward the graveyard’s gate, no one turned to look at me. No one noticed me when I walked past them — I was indeed invisible. A thunderous growl rumbled through the dark storm. In search of me, darkness bled into the air, tendrils of shadows lashing and twisting to strangle the winds and capture whatever they might be hiding.

They’re worried because how can they feed their invisible child who is only one year old at the moment? Their worries disappeared when their invisible child was still there playing with Leena, who is the only one who can see their invisible child. Maybe it’s a miracle because their invisible child is still alive after a few years. And they always told their unseen child that they loved her so much. “Don’t worry, my love, we can see her again soon.” the King said to his Queen with a hint of decisiveness in his voice.

"What have you done, Laura?" "Not now, Ludovic. Since you're king, command your men to stand down, and I'll show mercy to your kind." I looked at Iris and father beside me. "The problem is," my eyes changed, and my canines lengthened. Father and Iris stood close and poised, ready to strike, "it's in our nature to fight back. We're beasts, and we fight to the death." She flailed her hands, levitating in the air. The objects in the room vibrated. Empty glass flask fell to the floor, as the men scampered for safety. Her voice bsacme distorted as she spoke. "I am invisible. You cannot defeat me."

Félix stopped, his hand going to his dagger, his eyes scanning the shadows of the pillars. "Emma," he whispered. "Something's wrong. The kinetic resonance... it’s shifting." A figure stepped out from behind the statue of the First King. It wasn't a guard, and it wasn't a citizen. It was an old man, dressed in tattered, ancient robes that looked like they had been woven from spider-webs and starlight. His skin was as translucent as parchment, and his eyes... they weren't violet, but a deep, haunting silver. "The White Queen," the man said, his voice sounding like dry leaves skittering over stone. "And the Rebel who would be King. You have played your game well, children. You have broken the C

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."

Both the former and current Queen had come from the Shaw Pack. They were large and powerful, which explained the aura of arrogance that radiated from Vera. Still, her name didn’t ring a bell, so Vera’s family obviously didn’t have much standing in the Pack. If she did, she likely wouldn’t be here. I kept that thought to myself. Since Vera didn’t offer her hand, so I didn’t bother with the gesture either. “Melinda Hobbs,” I said.

Far more different from Kaelen's. No...it couldn't be... The blindfold was ripped away almost immediately. I blinked rapidly, the harsh crystalline light of a chandelier overhead stinging my eyes. As my vision cleared, my heart stopped. Four men were in front of me. They were beautiful in a terrifying porcelain way- skin too pale, eyes too still. Vampires. There was no doubt about that. But what made the air vanish from my lungs wasn't because they were vampires. It was their faces. Faces I had seen in family portraits I'd burned years ago.

The heavy implication wasn’t lost on me, especially when she called me ‘Queen’, saying she’s here for when I’m ready to open up about everything before retiring for the night. I was left with my jaw on the ground, but I shook myself out of it and scoffed, mumbling that’s never going to happen because I’m sick of talking about my abuse thanks to those meetings. Never fucking helped me, so what’s the point? Plus, this Queen shit is getting real old. Another thing that’s never going to happen. I see she’s just as delusional as the others, but at least she’s nice and kind enough to let us stay here. Plus, I could learn a little more about my mother before it’s my time to physically meet her when

It belonged to someone else. But Officially, in a secret file that no one can excess to, Every empire, every investment, every signature, every victory—it all began and ended with one woman. Madelyn Davenport... The invisible queen behind the throne. The secret that forced her to join under Wyne that day...