Secret Clinical Strength Invisible Solid Novels & Stories

SILVAN’S POV My secret room smelled of oil and cold steel. It lay beneath the palace, buried deep under stone and silence, hidden behind a wall that answered only to my blood. No windows. No sound. Just racks of weapons lining the walls and the low, constant hum of power vibrating through the floor. Today, the room felt alive. A man rolled in a black metal case and set it carefully on the table. His hands trembled as he unlocked it, metal clicking sharply in the quiet.

The clothe behind his palm had a pungent, sweet, sickly odor that burned my nostrils as he pressed it harder. Panic flared in my chest as the stench grew stronger. I wriggled, nails digging into his arm, but his grip was unyielding. The scent invaded my senses, clogging my lungs, making my head spin. My vision began to blur, the edges of the car's interior dissolved into fuzzy lines. It felt like I was falling, my struggled weakened. I tried to scream, to bite, to do something, but my limbs felt like lead. Slowly everything faded away into darkness. The last thing I saw was the glint in his eyes before darkness swallowed me whole.

his soul. "Silas!" Lyra’s scream was a high-frequency vibration that shattered the obsidian table. She lunged for the CEO woman, her obsidian blade carving a violet-gold gash across the human’s expensive suit. But the woman didn't bleed red; she leaked "Liquid Logic"—a mercury-like substance that instantly solidified, "Locking" Lyra’s blade in place. The Lead Engineer watched the struggle with a look of pure, analytical boredom. "The 'Variable' interaction is becoming redundant. Security, initiate 'Public Perception' protocol."

The custom piece was named “Starless Night.” The receipt listed rare materials, months of handcrafted labor, and a price that could buy silence—or loyalty—in the underworld. At the bottom, the recipient’s name was handwritten. Not mine. Not Daniel’s fiancée. I stared at that thin slip of paper for a long time, then dialed my brother’s number. Ethan. My older brother wasn’t just family— he was one of the most discreet private investigators in Europe.

They’re cunning and think differently than we do, putting themselves before everyone and everything. “The box is directly in front of Evander,” Kristy whispers, opening the office doors. “Four squares away.” I nod and look at the rough-cut squares of stone that make up the floor of the office. I count them out, finding the spot where the box is hidden from sight. Ruth really is good at the invisibility spell. It’s seamless.

Each step felt heavy, weighed down by grief and the growing rage that was beginning to eclipse it. The servants I passed lowered their heads, averting their eyes. Whether from respect for the Silverstone heir or fear of my unstable alpha presence, I neither knew nor cared. I reached my private den and locked the door behind me, ensuring no one would disturb what I was about to do. The silver-reinforced room contained my most private possessions and darkest secrets – things even Samuel wasn't privy to. With steady hands, I unlocked a hidden drawer in my desk, revealing its contents: a gold-trimmed mask and a small crystal vial containing a viscous, wolfsbane-infused ceremonial essence.

"Nice moves there, kid!" Behind him stood four others—two guys and two women, all barely dressed. Their silhouettes showcased athletic builds in the men and curves in the women. Despite the skimpy outfits, they were all pretty easy on the eyes. Theo's stomach dropped. He stepped forward with a formal bow. "May I ask why our friends from the Heavenly Emerald Solace Sect have entered the Evil Shadow Sect's grounds unannounced?" Looking at Norm, he recognized the Invisible Binding Silk technique—a more advanced version of energy manipulation that was way more flexible than normal methods. It also had some pretty questionable uses.

“The lights—“ “Will stay,” he cut her off in between before she could demand anything. They had always done everything in the dark, and she never allowed him to see her there or anywhere. It was shocking how she would become a freak in lust but still be shy. The rear and deadly combination always set him off the edge. She licked her lips as she stared at him; he knew she wanted this as much as he did, they had waited long enough for him to have a glance at her.

A receptionist at the far corner of the room. "How can I help- oh, oh, Alpha Kalina!" Her face with utter shock she bows her head as if I was royalty. She knew my full name as well. What the hell did mom keep from me. My eyes were burning no doubt my contacts needed changing. Mom got these special contacts that formed to my eyes and melted away after a month. No one at school could ever find them. Mom just had a good doctor I assumed. Now I'm not so sure. Getting a glimpse of my reflection in the glass, I looked rough as hell, blood still caked to my face and hair matted up, but my eyes. They were turning a deep purple. What In the world. I'd never seen anything like it. I brushed it off as

Inadequate Distractions Koin Koin sat with his back to the wall, still naked and bathing in the small bit of moonlight his porch provided. This had always been a habit of his, when life got heavy, this was his attempt to make it lighter. Something about the nearly taboo feeling of walking around naked out in the open seemed to ease whatever burdens hung to harshly. The day had, been so confusing. That bite sized little snack had managed to plague his mind the entire day. Now Connor saw her, and what's worse was his reaction to Koins reaction. His first assumption was that she was Koins mate, but no matter how Koin explained that they had no real connection he wouldn't drop it.