Queen The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

Although the sight of him was nauseating, I wanted to get this done with. So, closing the distance between us, I held his hand and looked directly into his eyes. “What is your name?” I asked to be sure he was strong enough to talk. “John Smith.” His voice was weak, but we could work with that. “Who freed the invisible that was captured and trapped in the pack’s square?” I asked. “I freed him,” he admitted. “I gave the guards wine laced with a drug to erase their memories.” “Why?” “Because I work with Alpha King Silas. He is the mastermind behind the invisibles.”

After all, if it was what she was thinking, she could confirm it within a few days. ****** At the old Reel mansion, Queenie had a visitor. When her new employed housemaid told her the name of the visitor, she thought it untrue, sending her daughters to check. When Barbie saw the man seated in their garden, she screamed, "ghost! Ghost!" Queenie and Susie came out, too shocked to believe the fallacy. "It can't be you, Marcus. You are dead, you are dead," Queenie was chanting more to herself than the man seated like a King in the garden chair.

And then I like to pretend to be the invisible air, transparent to all and be as quiet as a fiddle. Reuben raised his irritated eyebrows at me and asked, "To what do I owe the honour of this bright handprint, my Queen?" I was still trying to be invisible, and hence I attempted to ignore him so hard that he would start to doubt his own existence. But King Reuben (Edward Regalious the III) was not one to let a person off the hook so easily. He raised his brows higher in enquiry and said, "Do you want me to force you to speak, My Lady?"

“Why do you say that?” Linhua thinks back to the Queen’s reaction when she saw the blonde’s face, and shakes her head. As if her trouble thoughts are making her thirty, she lifts the cup and drowns the rest of the drink inside. “The Queen is obsessed with her,” she says a little too loudly. The door opens just as the words leaves her mouth, and Linhua flies to her feet, while choking on her spit. She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber.

she says her voice taking that of a true Queen. She stands and walks into the room slamming the door open. The man in the bed looks up with a brief sad look on his face before an invisible shield comes down and covers his true feelings. He has feelings for the Queen. Who is this man and why did he do what he did? Elizabeth and I are slightly behind the Queen as she stands at the end of the man’s bed.

Queen wasn't stupid, she remembered numbers. She keyed in the code, and instantly, the cameras inside the mansion were temporarily disabled. To the security team, the system would still appear functional, but in reality, every feed inside the house was now frozen, looping old footage instead of recording live. She had successfully rendered herself invisible. With the cameras neutralized, Queen took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway, heading straight for Oswald's bedroom. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood in front of the heavy oak door. This was it, the place he had forbidden her from entering.

I say and cross my fingers as discreetly as I could behind my back while giving him an innocent smile, he shoots me a suspicious glare but takes my word for it. Thankfully his phone diverts his attention and I turn, looking out of the window. I stare at the streets with a blank expression before leaning forward a bit to see down the road, and further ahead I spot a billboard. I gasp in surprise when two familiar pairs of emeralds stare back at me. Technically, my eyes are closed in this picture but that’s not the point. The point... is that on this billboard is a commercial picture of me as the Masked Queen. I didn’t know the last advertisement I did in New York was for a Korean company!

This was a loss of my quiet life, the small, ordinary, anonymous life I had struggled to attain. I didn't know what to do first. Panic clawed at my chest. I took my phone and instantly called Rowan so that I had a voice to ground on. "Rowan, I... I can't." "I will not," I responded immediately, and he took a reply. "I don't want to be queen. I can't. They are going to steal everything from me. My freedom, my privacy, all I have created. I don't want this life. I never asked for this. Please... don't do this to me."

Surely I had heard him wrong. "By who?" I whispered. Now he looked genuinely suspicious. As though he was trying to determine whether I was pretending ignorance. Still, he answered. "By the Queen." My world tilted. "The Queen?" "Those are the rules." Everything around me blurred. The corridor suddenly felt too narrow. Too small. It felt as though invisible hands were squeezing the air from my lungs. A rustling sound echoed nearby. The black-eyed man glanced toward it before stepping back. "See you soon, Princess."

And it is happening now. "What happened, Claudia?" Someone asked, and his voice is unfamiliar to me. I looked at the person who spoke, and I can feel that he is a vampire. "She's gone... Again." The queen muttered coldly while tears were streaming down her cheeks. The man let out a deep sigh and put her in his embrace. He might be King Dracovick Sperova of the vampires. "I felt something powerful that woke me up from my slumber. Is she our daughter?" He mentioned as he stared at my cousin's body on the ground.