The Illusion Novels & Stories

The guard walked away, cleaning himself in disgust. “Quiet girl, it is obvious that you are of high class. You shouldn't be here; besides, you are very beautiful, and you remind me of me from my younger days. I was very beautiful, and I used that to make men do whatever I wanted. No one could resist me; no male could tame me. Only time, which often walks confidently because there is no one to stop it, took charge of diminishing me, and now, at my age, I had to learn to beg for affection. You should take advantage of that beauty and use it as a weapon that is superior to a thousand atomic bombs. Illusion is a man, and he will be able to destroy armies and demolish walls, no matter if you give

My vision blurred at the edges, but something inside me clawed against it. This wasn’t real. I gritted my teeth as I whisper a spell breaking through the illusion. The walls warped. Candace’s body blurred. With a sharp crack, the illusion shattered like glass. I staggered, sucking in a ragged breath as the real room snapped back into place. Dust. Shadows. I had rally come with Kael and Jett yet I fell into an illusion. Maybe not an illusion but Candace's subconscious. Jamel’s eyes widened as he saw me. His mouth fell open, words stuck in his throat.

My entire body trembled from within, and as he saw me so rigidly with my lips slightly parted. "Hey, what's wrong? Did I say anything wrong?" He held me as I was gradually slipping to the ground. Nothing I could answer. Nothing anyone I could say. He pulled me up, back to my feet. He didn't make me stand. He just grabbed my arm and put it across his shoulders, and wrapped his arms around my body. He did not let go. I have no idea what was going through my mind. I couldn't form words to answer his question. My eyes were wide open and streaming with tears and he took in every single emotion I had. Illusions are what you create when you have something that cannot be seen with the physical eye b

The faces had no eyes or mouth, but their screams of anguish filled the room. Eloise furrowed her brows, "this guy and his illusion magic will be a problem," she said to herself. She knew he can mimic sight, sound, and smell. If she got caught in one of those illusions, she wouldn't be able to tell what's real and what's fake. With a clenched her fist to show her determination, if he was going to hide inside his illusions then she would have to destroy them.

"Little brother, what about me helping you with your work? Um....are you making a science project or somethin' like that? Then, I sure can help you." "And I sure you can't," replied Mahone. "How do you know that?" "I am exploring optical illusion. I am trying to make an infinite mirror and of course it's very hard," he continued to speak smugly. "At least I need a few weeks to finish it, because I haven't found all the equipments, like....I bought some plexiglass sheets named polycarbonate. They are good company's, you know. They looked clear in the shop, but when I checked them in my room, they kinda seemed opaque, the hell! I bet the shopkeeper was selling secondhand goods, just showing of

At least not willingly. "Whatever you do," Khalil started, "don't dare give into the illusions. Anything you see here besides people who look half dead is not real. The forest draws you in by holding onto your memories, rifling through the ones you hold dear and creating illusions with them. So whatever happens, if you hear anyone calling you or anything else, do not follow. Do not answer. Do not listen. Just keep walking. And we stay together." "According to Umma, the illusions look too real, so guard your thoughts." Lisa added.

Each made of polished black crystal. The air around them seemed to ripple unnaturally. I frowned. “What is this place?” Sera quietly appeared beside me. “The Hall of Illusions.” “Why are you here?” I asked her “I came to say hi before the next trial” I looked around and sure enough Elle’s friends were also beside her and glaring at me. Sera looked unusually serious. “Listen carefully.” I nodded. “The illusion realm reflects your deepest memories, your greatest wishes and your worst regrets.”

Unless he doesn’t want to. I stand, stretch stiff legs, and walk to the window. The rain has slowed to a mist, blurring the city lights until they look like drops of molten gold. Cars crawl below, headlights cutting through fog. The world keeps moving while I’m stuck here, pacing an eight-by-ten room that smells like bleach and lilies. My reflection in the glass looks older somehow, dark circles beneath my eyes, hair falling in loose waves. I don’t remember leaving that way. “You look like hell,” I whisper to the glass.

The blood splatter was evidence that he was right, not an illusion. Realizing that some threats were real while others were mere illusions, Alexander quickly retrieved the remaining Makutu Breaking Morning Dew. Miraculously, the touch of the liquid dispelled the illusions. Objects within the illusionary terrain serve to govern and maintain the realm, functioning in harmony akin to the principles of the five elements.

I close my eyes with the rest of students in class i still could feel the ground rumbling, shaking, just then a hand dropped on my shoulders, I turned behind to see who that was, and I met myself facing me.. Like, I see my own self looking at me... "Are you me,?" I look disturbed. "Yes, your evil self,". My illusion said to me. "How! I'm not evil,". I speak as I look at myself giggling to my face, " of cause you're not evil, but eventually you will,?". It says the moment it stops laughing.