The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

But before I could blink, I came in contact with a kick on my face, and my vision blurred until I slowly lost consciousness. "Karma...Truly is a bitch like me." ~~ Author: A man emitting a bleak yet dangerous aura treaded carefully along some pathway followed by three particular men who kept heed of their distance. The three men then parted and explored the whole area thoroughly without a word. The man, currently, stayed in place on his spot and stared at the city lights before him. The scenery was a peaceful night, making the mysterious man wary of his surroundings; The wind glided along with the luster of the full moon, and the distant clamor of the people he heard below the many skyscrape

It tried to punch Wilbur, so Wilbur dodged abruptly at that moment, and appeared behind the ant-man, sending a punch at the back of its neck. Bam! There was a powerful impact, and the ant-man was knocked out of its invisible state, sending it flying back for several meters. It abruptly turned around to look at Wilbur with a surprised look in its eyes. It seemed like the ant-man was in disbelief that Wilbur managed to find its weakness. However, Wilbur noticed that its power source moved forward a little. "What?" Wilbur exclaimed. His Iris Veritas vanished at that moment, and the ant-man went invisible again. Wilbur got hit badly on the abdomen and was sent flying backward again. He could not

That person can be anywhere near us! Cameras can't catch him, we cannot catch his scent... How the fuck we will protect ourselves from the invisible man? Everyone in the pack is in danger... No place in the pack is safe anymore... Neither the packhouse... Liam, Axel, Nora, Lexi, Scarlett, Nick, and everyone else... The attacker can attack any of us from wherever he wants, and we won't be able to protect ourselves. And my baby... What if he attacked my belly? No... No, no, no, no! This can't happen! No... We have to do something!

, he asked looking and playing with the plier as he rubbed the tip with the stain of blood in his hand. ' goods? Damn! The goods! He's invisible ', Damien said in his mind in realization, " I have the goods", " Of course you do, I'm asking where is it?", " In the factory", he quickly replied. The invisible man turned to one of his men who dragged Mari away to the factory to get the goods. ' is he really the man I know? Can he truly be the Christian Charles I know?', Damien kept asking himself in shock as he looked at him, ' Is he a part of the invisible men?'.

He tried to soothe me. “It wasn’t just a dream!” I snapped. I knew what I saw, and it felt so real. Too real. I didn’t want to ever lose him. Which was why I needed to call Amelia to hear what she had to say about the invisibles. They had been the only threat to the pack, so I was sure the man from my dream had to be one of them. We had to stop them before they could strike, before my nightmare became a reality. He pressed his lip into a thin line and caressed my shoulder. “You—“

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?”

However, I have managed to regulate my hunger for a very long time now, so even as my irises are undoubtedly turning red, I am still wholly in control of myself. The man is bleeding badly. Whoever got to him did a number on him. I’m still standing by the door, one hand on the handle, telling myself to go back indoors. But something inside me finds the idea of leaving an injured being out here alone, possibly on the verge of death, reprehensible. But if I intervene, there will be consequences. I have tried to remain invisible for years. That cloak might be stripped off of me. As the man walks under a street light, my eyes widen in alarm and shock.

I could be standing two inches from him, waving my hand in his face, and he wouldn’t even know I was there. Or at least that was what I thought until he stopped a foot from me, inhaling deeply as his eyes rapidly shifted color. I straightened up a little, my body tensing as my muscles coiled in anticipation of a fight. This wasn’t possible. I had perfected my invisibility and scent-masking skills. After a very tense moment, he shook his head, rolled his shoulders back, and walked away, which immediately allowed me to relax again.

"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 UNSEEN HUSBAND Sebastian found the journal by accident. It was three days after the confrontation with Helena, and he'd been looking for a book to read to the children before bed. Alessia had mentioned keeping some books in the chest by the window, so he'd opened it without thinking. Inside, beneath a few worn volumes, was a leather-bound journal. He almost closed the chest immediately—it was clearly private, clearly Alessia's—but the page it was open to caught his eye. Not because of nosiness, but because of the handwriting. The same careful script from the letters Helena had intercepted, but this time formed into poetry.