The Invisible Man Literature Novels & Stories

“Since the rest of the library was empty I assume that the necromancer walked to the abandoned house, took the books off the shelves and forgot this one behind” Elizabeth opened the book and rummaged through the pages “This is a harmless book for the most part, it is mostly cabalist magic or ones based on bending nature…nothing too sinister, with some exceptions, but significant since a lot of people practising magic use the book as an initiation” the enthusiasm on her voice was contiguous, it was definitely a clue. She smiled as she perused trough the tome while she reached a page that was titled invisibility, the book suggested it was a ring there was a footnote about it being more of a cl

He wasn't the villain in her life. A book caught her attention, and Sophia gently took it out of the shelf to inspect it. It was a large book. On its cover, was a suit looking as if someone was wearing it along with a hat above something like an invisible head. It confused Sophia. No one was putting on the suit either. It was just... She giggled silently as her eyes fell on the book title. "Ohh. Invisible man," That was enough to explain the invisible head wearing the hat and invisible body the suit was on.

BIANCA I walked on eggshells the entire day. Spooked by the slightest sound, unnerved by every traded glance. I'd gotten so used to disappearing whenever I was here, it felt unnatural to feel anything but invisible. All because someone somewhere in this sea of bodies knew my secret... and my mind wouldn't stop forcing that realization down my throat. By the last lecture, I had to throw on my most composed mask yet. LIT 107, Creative Writing. With Professor Campbell absent, the Literature Club President was tapped to lead. That responsibility, unfortunately, fell on me.. despite my spiraling headspace.

My sister, Megan Tate, suffers from a bizarre illness. Whenever she sees me, she convulses, vomits and sometimes even brings up blood. From then on, I become the invisible person in the house. I'm forbidden to appear anywhere Megan can see me. At first, my parents and my childhood friend, Kendrick Brown, still feel sorry for me, but as Megan's smiles grow more frequent, they gradually forget I exist. On the day I turn 18 years old, I sneak into the dining room while Megan is taking a nap in her room. Seeing a table full of delicious food and a huge cake, I happily run into my mom, Ellie Baker's, arms. "Mom, I know you guys still love me and won't forget about my birthday." The moment I

Like I blinked, and the library rearranged itself. The books are gone. The shelves stretch higher than they should. The windows are covered, and no light is filtering through. I can’t see the hearth anymore. And in the center of the room, where the woven rug should be, stands a man in white. Pale hair. Pale skin. No scent. No sound. Not a single thread of magic humming from him. But my pulse starts to race. Because I know who he represents. Circle of Silence. The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

Lucius told Amelia, offering his hand. A small smile touched her lips as she accepted it. Their bond would never cease to amaze me. Together, they began to move straight ahead. But Amelia abruptly stopped after a few steps, veering back. She clutched her mate’s hand tightly as she quickly turned to face us, her face pale with horror. My stomach clenched, heart beating fast as I awaited the horror she was about to share. “The—the—Invisibles.” She stammered. “They are here.”

- rolls his eyes. - Because - I take a step closer - I am asking - I take two more steps - Politely. - If you take another step, I'll shoot you in your legs, dondoca - he threatens, holding the gun in the direction of my leg once again. - What do you want? - Right now, I want to shoot you in the forehead, you rich piece of shit! - he raises the gun this time aiming it at my face. What the fuck! - Leave Mr. Invisible alone! - Lucas shouts and throws himself on the miserable man's legs.

It was like my Lord was waiting for me to call onto Him because my eyes fell open the moment I asked for help. My arms and legs finally responded to my commands. "I said put me down."I behested. Finally the woman put me down. I looked around but couldn't see anyone close to me. "Where did she disappear to."I asked myself before I felt cold bony hands touching my stomach. I could feel them but couldn't see them. "So you're invisible?"I asked. "Sometimes."she simply said. "What do you mean." "I see you already know the answer but you are trying to disturb me and I really don't like it when someone tries to act smart with me."she warned.

With a deep breath, I shifted their attention to the next riddle, trying to ignore the lingering sense of isolation and fear that still clung to me. "Ok. Leave it. We are still yet to discover our second riddle," I said, my voice steady but my heart still pounding with confusion and frustration. I knew that it was pointless to try and make them understand my point of view, but I couldn't help feeling like something was deeply wrong. As my friends rallied around the next riddle, trying to decipher its cryptic clues, I found myself lost in thought. Why had I become invisible? How had it happened? Was it some kind of strange glitch in the matrix, a freak occurrence of reality bending in on itse

Was it Mom and Dad? Had they finally realized I was missing and come back for me? The door creaked open, but the one who walked in was a stranger in a thick down coat. The light in my eyes dimmed at once, and a faint, self-mocking smile tugged at my lips. I had overthought it again. When the man saw me, he froze in surprise.