The Invisible Man Literature Novels & Stories

I demand, my heart racing. “Yes, our invisible man could well be a spirit if you are a Voyant,” Theo nods. “No,” I shake my head. They’re wrong. They have to be. “He was real. I didn’t just see him… I felt him.” “Hey, it’s okay. We will work this out,” Mum says, wrapping an arm around me. “Okay, can we move this conversation to a less dark and creepy room? The living… I can fight. The dead is a whole different ball game. Who are those guys that we call for this sort of thing?”

"You’re still a six-foot-four target with a very recognizable jawline. And I’m still the girl with the billion-dollar blood. We’re not exactly invisible." "Invisible is boring, Iris," he said, slamming the van into park behind a collapsed stone wall near the servant’s entrance. "I’ve always preferred a grand entrance. It makes the 'audit' much more memorable." He climbed into the back, the space suddenly feeling very small as his presence filled it. He didn't have the golden glow in his eyes anymore, but the way he looked at me—dark, intense, and utterly focused—made my skin prickle with a heat that had nothing to do with the mission.

The bond had already been activated, and every time he thought of harming her, his limbs grew heavy, weighed down by an invisible force. My own breath hitched. I read the sentence again. …weighed down by an invisible force. My mind flashed back to the hallway, to my attempt to push him away, to my arms turning to lead. Just like in the book. A cold dread, sharp and icy, began to seep through the lust and exhaustion, chilling me from the inside out. Was that just a normal crush thing? Had this author just written it into the story? I shook my head, a frantic, jerky motion. It was fiction. It had to be a coincidence.

"I don't think that so-called system exists either. It sounds more like an excuse. If it were real, it would be way too weak. How could it work without even filtering who the person is? It just doesn't make sense." Then, he added, "Don't overthink it. This world runs on smoke and mirrors. Maybe she just planted some kind of surveillance device in your apartment." I thought what he said made sense. Maybe there was no complicated high-tech involved; perhaps it was just a simple hidden camera. I immediately dragged Isaac back to my place. Together, we bought a scanner designed to detect hidden cameras, and we searched every corner of my home from top to bottom. We even checked inside the toilet

"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"

I froze, not wanting any movement to give me away. "Turn on the lights, you idiots!" Randy's voice boomed through the bookstore. A bright light flashed, taking my invisibility with it. Now all I could do was pray they didn't look up. Randy walked past the bookshelves. "Have you checked the storage areas?" Light footsteps danced down the stairs. "Well?" came a female voice. “She's not here,” he said.

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.

“Why are you protecting him? You knew what he's been doing, I can't sit back and say nothing. Keep being you.” I needed more people like this. He wasn't very mature, you could still see the amateurity in him but one thing was that he held his head high. “My Prince, he's in his secret chambers. Thered a bookshelf in his room, the book on invisibility is the key. Just push it forward and the door will open. He always hides there when there's a problem.” Exactly what I'd told Borge. Only a stupid person. We hurried back to the room and started searching for the book on invisibility. When we finally found it, I looked at Borge first before pulling it back and waiting for the door to open.

Her heart beat wildly until she realized she wasn’t afraid of the unseen person. Darkness settles around her again. She tried not going into that tunnel, afraid of where he might be lurking. He enjoyed staying in the dense coverage of the island taunting her. She has the instinct to get up and run but she can’t move. She keeps fighting but the darkness was too powerful… She was now somewhere in the depths of her unconscious mind seeing herself as a person of one. She makes stillness into a quietness that resemblance invisibility. She needs to escape his cloying presence.

The man tended to stick close to him when he’s needed to attend a meeting, especially one with the elders he was so loyal to. “ do you know of any one who is immune to my powers?” He asked the man, folding his sleeves. “ None Is immune to your powers my Lord, you are the high Lord…”the man replied. He shook his head, “ I know right, but if there was anyone, who would that be?…” he asked again. A human who looked eerily familiar with the woman in the picture had seen and touched him when he was supposed to be invisible to both humans and vampires alike. Though he kept this part of the story away from Middleton. He had a feeling that the man was not going to take it well.