The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. Nothing. I couldn't see my reflection. I was invisible. I grab my phone and keys- grateful they turned invisible with me and ran out the door. Evan's car was just pulling out of the parking garage when I reached the street. I flagged down a cab, my invisible hand somehow still able to open the door. "Follow that black Mercedes," I told the driver. He looked around, confused. "Who said that?" Shit. He couldn't see me but he could hear me.

If he’s still fighting against whatever invisible enemy is clawing at him. His fingers twitch against the armrest, knuckles whitening, muscles rigid. His chest rises too quickly, like each breath is a battle. I wait, heart in my throat. And then—slowly—his body loosens. His shoulders drop, no longer locked in that unforgiving frame. The shaking in his hands ebbs, fading little by little, until his fingers finally fall still. A heavy breath escapes his lips. His eyes remain closed for a second longer, as if clinging to the darkness. Then they snap open—slightly unfocused, hazy, like he’s just surfaced from a nightmare. His jaw tightens. Frustration flickers across his face.

Hall earlier that day, but when she opened her bag, she found a printed sheet inside that she hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t signed. It simply said: “You’re opening your eyes, Invisible Doctor. Be careful. Some things were never meant to be seen.”

He is dressed plainly, almost forgettable, the deliberate unremarkable presentation of a man who has spent his entire life believing invisibility is its own kind of armor. His eyes are the only thing that match the voice exactly, pale, patient, entirely without the fear or urgency that should accompany a man this exposed, standing in a corridor he has just ordered breached by force. "You came in person," I say. "After forty years of never appearing anywhere directly."

"We have places to be." He turned and walked toward the car without looking back. I followed, my steps heavy, my heart sinking with every step. I had been so close to feeling seen. So close to believing I actually mattered. Then his hand found my arms, cold and impersonal. He pulled me toward the car without meeting my eyes. "Get in," he said flatly. I climbed into the back seat. He slid in beside me, his gaze fixed out the window. We drove in silence, the city passing by in a blur. I stared out my own window, feeling more invisible than ever.

There was nothing before his eyes. ‘Am I blind?’ Alex rubbed his eyes, but he still did not see anyone. But then, he saw a teacup on the table was being slowly lifted and titled, and the tea liquid inside was poured into somewhere in the air. Then, it disappeared. Therefore... “Are you an invisible person?” This discovery surprised Alex greatly as he could see souls with his eyes, but the one before him was really invisible. “Have some tea while it’s hot!”

She’d never seen anything this out there, and for her this was like night and day compared to what she’d grown up with she began to slowly back up and said “This is a mistake… I don’t belong here.” She would have kept going if she hadn’t backed into a brick wall or at least what felt like one. It was their security man he said, “They won’t hurt you I promise.” Angel asked cautiously “And, I should trust you why?” what he did next shocked her. He pulled at the back of his collar and showed her the tiny tattoo of a cross at the base of his neck. He said simply “Because we’re both one of Antonio’s.” If he’d hit her, he couldn’t have shocked her more, out of all the things she’d expected to find

Debris falls on the ground, revealing a beautiful orb not more extensive than a tennis ball. Without thinking, I reach out my finger, touching the ball, which causes the entire room to shine like the sun. Squinting, I step away from the light, covering my face with my arms. I'm pushed away by an invisible force until suddenly the craziness stops, and a man appears out of nowhere. His eyes are shut close, white hair flows around his head, and his lips form a gentle smile. Tribal tattoos snake around his arms—they are glowing in white and contrasting with his brown skin.

Almyra looked at her watch and found that ten minutes had passed from the time limit set earlier. The woman then decided to go down to her apartment which was a few floors down. Disappointedly she got into the elevator and pressed the floor to his destination. After she reached her destination floor which was her apartment unit, the woman got out of the elevator and was shocked when she saw a geeky man she knew in the office. "Geek, what are you doing here?" Almyra asked in surprise. Valentino, who was called geeky like that, immediately touched his face and finally he remembered that he had not removed the fake decoration on his face. He realized that he had made a mistake that he forgot to

I have to be invisible. "I will be invisible!" I yelled, stopping him at the door. "What?" He questioned, looking confused. "I said I will be invisible! That will allow me to do what I want to do without being seen by the people we are trying to deceive," I said to him. "How is that even possible? Do you have powers? Are you a witch?" He asked as he gave me his full attention. "Yes… no… I mean… uhm… ugh, I will be fat!"