The Illusion Novels & Stories

They would dig out what you were most afraid of from the bottom of your heart and then attack you with illusions. For example, other than being afraid of snakes, you might not be afraid of anything. Even if it was a ghost, you were not afraid. But once you encountered an illusion, its method of dealing with you would immediately become targeted. The first thing it did must be to hang a bunch of snakes on your body, or fall under your feet and circle above your head. It touched your heart with the most real but exaggerated pictures, so that you had to respond. Once you react, you will be affected by the illusions. Naturally, you will become relaxed.

Through the fake window, she could see a beautiful garden with flowers and butterflies, and she could even smell the scent of roses in the air. "Touch it master," Bana said softly. Lynn reached out hesitantly and felt her fingers brush against what seemed like real flower petals. The illusion was so convincing that for a moment she forgot she was still standing in her chamber. Then Bana waved her hand and the illusion disappeared completely, leaving just the plain stone wall that had always been there. "My illusions can last for hours if I need them to," Bana explained. "And the stronger the emotion I put into creating them, the

When Yvette smiled, her eyes lit up like crescent moons, a look that effortlessly won people's affection. But in them, I detected a hint of smugness and calculation. "How old are you?" I asked. "23," she replied. "Then you’re old enough to know what honesty is," I said sharply. Her smile wavered. "I don't understand what you mean." "It's clear. The whole plan was done by me, from start to finish," I said. "You knew that, yet you still presented it as your own. It's called shameless."

I announced as I took my phone and checked something " Guys looked at this photo," I said as I handed it over to them " What about it? " Lyon asked as he gave me the phone " This was a group picture we took at the entrance of blu island, if you remember carefully the van was parked behind us and if you zoom into the picture you’ll notice that the van isn’t there " " Are you… saying…Melody isn’t… real? " Liv said in stutter as she widened her eyes “ Yes, and No, I don’t just think Melody isn’t real but I think everything about her isn’t real. We are having been living in an illusion "

And a blind enemy becomes predictable. I allowed the silence to stretch between us, thick and heavy, letting her imagination do half the work for me. Every second she remained trapped in darkness, her mind would race, painting horrors worse than anything I could create. That was the beauty of illusion—not the damage itself, but the chaos it planted inside the victim’s thoughts.

“Everything you wrote was just an illusion, an illusion of the type of life you wanted, and do you know what genre this falls in?” “Umm…romance?” “Yeah, but it’s fiction, so all you need to do is change the title and let everyone know you weren’t writing about your marriage but about what you wished you wanted your marriage to be about.” Won’t that be admitting to everyone that I was the problem in my marriage because I expected my husband to be like my male lead? “You are advising I lie to the public?” I couldn’t believe his suggestion. “No, I am advising you to stop lying to yourself,” he answered, and the more he spoke, the more confused I got.

The style looked chic and simple: a large ivory pearl floating freely within a diamond-dusted platinum cage. To the unknowing, it was a beautiful, understated accessory. Only a few people knew that the pearl wasn’t real but an iridescent casing around a microchip that broadcast my location via GPS to Deloris. More than that, it recorded my movements, my respiration, and even my heart rate.

"Your power is creating illusions! So this woman doesn't even exist—she's just something you made up! You're really clever!" If Jamie were still alive, he would surely cry injustice—creating an illusion that looked exactly like someone he knew? "And that means the you I see might not be real either. Maybe behind you is a deadly trap. That's why I felt danger when I rushed toward you—because you aren't real at all. It only looked like I was charging at you, but in fact, I was walking straight into a trap!" Lucien laughed even more triumphantly. "All your tricks have been exposed!"

“And?” She looked thoughtful. “Most records suggest they disappeared centuries ago.” Fabian snorted. “That’s convenient.” Irene gave him a slight bow. “I’m just telling you what the records say.” I found myself leaning forward. “What exactly is an illusionist?” Ford looked at me, and for a second, he seemed reluctant to answer. Then he sighed. “Someone capable of manipulating perception.” The words made my skin crawl. “Meaning they can make people see things that do not exist?”

I was lucky to even be able to create such a tricky illusion but no matter how much Cedric taught me, I never could get myself out of an illusion without destroying the said illusion. “This is an illusion,” I heard that cold and eerie voice from earlier. “Illusion magic.” There was no hiding the awe in that creepy voice that sent shivers racing down my spine. That voice was too close and it made me think – what if – just what if this illusion was on a small scale?