Queen The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

My lungs were screaming. “Listen, if you’re going to be my mate, you’re going to have to talk to me. Unless you’re mute. A mute queen would pose an interesting challenge.” I’m not mute, I’m dying! “Honestly, this is ridiculous. How about your name? I’ll start. I’m Trick, Vampire King. And you are? Listen, I need to know what to call my queen.” Queen? It was the last word I heard before I lost consciousness.

All I can do is nod in response to her question. The 6'3" man is leaning against the wall in a pristine metallic violet suit so tightly fitted it doesn’t look like it could be comfortable. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt underneath with the sleeves just peeking through the sleeves of his suit jacket. The shirt is so perfectly white and fresh that it makes the colour of the suit and the metallic royal blue of his tie stand out and compliment his chocolate brown skin. His black hair is shaved close to his head leaving virtually no length, and his beard is only a centimetre longer than the hair on his head. Everything about him is immaculate. There’s not even a speck of dirt on his shiny

But when they tried again it easily gave way. The room was dark. I couldn’t remember if I turned the lights off the other day, or if I even closed the blinds. But something told me they were both open. It didn’t explain why the fuck it was closed now though. One of the men moved forward. He doesn’t get in though I see him keep trying to move an invisible wall. If I was trying to tell myself it wasn’t magic, which I wasn’t, then that just proves that it is. Two more of my men tried going in but the same thing happened. They all gave up and had already started taking plans of going in through the window. So they could see for themselves if it affected it too.

Brandon lowered his head, pressing his lips against the warm skin behind Robin’s ear, his voice loud enough to echo in the private box: "The necklace is fifty million, Robin. But the queen wearing it is priceless." Up on the balcony, framed by diamonds and draped in emerald fire, Robin rested her hand over Brandon’s forearm, looking down at the ruined, terrified faces of Dane and Nicole below with a chilling, victorious smile.

In a hoarse voice, the man said, "Understood, my lord." Then, the man once again became invisible and seemingly vanished from the room. However, Quintin was aware that he hadn't actually left. He glanced down at the black emblem hanging from his waist. This emblem enabled the technique of invisibility and spatial traversal, obtained from the underground dragon's lair beneath the forbidden city. "What kind of place is it?" Quintin murmured to himself, a bitter smile crossing his face. Regardless of what awaited at the end of the dragon's lair, he knew he no longer had the opportunity to explore it.

Another one of my brothers must have found out about the sect and heavens helping me, he wouldn't leave alive, I thought and continued to observe. When he introduced himself as Prince Regan's right-hand man, my mind made a leap. Is he the invisible man helping Regan? Despite my power and strength, I was always afraid of those with supernatural abilities. They can destroy the whole land without anyone seeing them. How can one fight an invisible person? "I wanted them to strip him down!" I almost commanded but I stopped. Something seemed to be amiss. The intruder's aura stood out and couldn't be one of an ordinary guard. His voice seemed familiar too.

Viola. Graceful. Calm. The Queen Mother beside her. Strong. Unshaken. And then Him. Idra. Standing near the center. His gaze lifts. And locks onto mine. The room fades. Just for a moment. Then A voice rises above the noise. Smooth. Unfamiliar. And far too interested. “So,” the man says, stepping forward, his eyes fixed on me. “This is the new queen.” My breath catches. Because there is something in his gaze Something dark Something dangerous That tells me This night Is not going to end well.

"What does that mean? Cordelia said that too. What does invisible really mean to them" "It means you’re furniture. A ghost. You are less important than the stones in the floor. You move through the halls and no one sees you. They forget you are there because you make no sound and you cause no trouble. They forget you are human. If they forget, they can’t hurt you, they only hurt what they notice." "But the beast grabbed Senna even though she was invisible. She was quiet"

Elena whispered. Ava opened the box. Inside was a small key. A photograph. And a letter. Ava picked up the photograph first. Her heart stopped. It showed her grandfather. But he wasn't alone. Standing beside him were three people. A young Marcus. A young Ava's father. And... Isabella. The Queen. Ava looked at her. "You knew my grandfather." The Queen nodded. "He was my mentor." Ava looked at the photograph again. "Then why did you become the Queen?"

The observation room was a pocket of absolute silence amidst the digital storm raging through the Quinton Mansion. The walls, reinforced with lead-lined Mack Group plating, dampened the rhythmic thrumming of the Aether core to a mere vibration beneath Davina’s feet. In the dim light of the high-definition CCTV monitors, Davina Quinton sat alone, her iridescent silver gown shimmering like the scales of a predatory fish in deep water. She was the "Invisible Heir," now truly invisible, watching the climax of her own succession from a vantage point that even the gods of the "Sovereign" world couldn't perceive.