The Invisible Man Novels & Stories

Everywhere is going blank, only to be awakened to a strange place. I struggled to adjust my vision. The room turned and blurred, leaving me to groan in pain, as my head throbbed. Nothing about the turning and blurred place was familiar. So I began shaking my head aggressively, clenching and unclenching my eyes to force my vision to at least concentrate. “W-where am I?” “You're awake. Oh dear, I thought it hurt you. Anyways, I ordered your favorite, pizza and grape juice, my fridge is technically stuffed with it, but it is for a good cause, you like them, it satisfies you, and you stay with me.”

A woman with shoulders unbowed, with fur beginning to gleam with that particular luster of a high-blood Omega in her prime, with eyes that held something other than exhaustion. I walked in the garden at twilight, my bare feet sinking into soil that remembered my weight from childhood. The jasmine was blooming, heavy and intoxicating, and for the first time in twelve years, I smiled. It was a small thing, fragile, a muscle long atrophied, but it was mine. The communication crystal in my pocket—the one I had taken from the Ravenshade packhouse, the one I had used to sell my prison—vibrated with sudden, insistent light.

"Make myself take up less space, less air, less noise. If he could not locate me easily I was safer. I got very good at it." Dr. Vivian says: "And then you spent fifteen years becoming the most visible man in every room you entered." I look at her. "Because invisible men get left," I say. The words arrive already formed, like they have been waiting a long time for the right question. "I disappeared and my family moved and Mickie was standing in front of an empty house. I was invisible and I lost everything. So I built something so large and so loud that nobody could miss it. Nobody could look past it. Nobody could leave without seeing exactly what they were walking away from."

The darkness hides most of his face, but I don’t need to see it to know he’s wearing his black balaclava. My mouth opens to make way for the deafening scream tearing through my throat, but the intruder moves faster. His large gloved hand clamps over my mouth, crushing the sound before it can escape. I thrash beneath him, my heart pounding against my ribs so hard it hurts. His other hand grips me firmly. “Shhhh,” he whispers in my ear. My vision begins to blur. Panic fills me. I fight. I kick. I bite down against his gloved palm. But nothing I do seems to hurt him. He’s a monster. His voice reaches me through the darkness again, low and terrifyingly calm.

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

Mr Blaze went out his car and looked around to make sure the place his secured before he went into a building Mrs Hareites private investigator followed diligently..making sure he isn't cought. When he entered the building, he was a little confused because he didn't see any passage.. but just a wall. Mr Blake had already noticed he was being followed..so he made himself invisible and so were the things around him He did this..if in case this person is a human, he'll know what to do next but if this person is a god like him, He'll definetly find out who exactly is behind this investigation..

Ivy suggested. “No, there is more to it than that, but I have to wait until I know you can see them so I can describe them to you. It’s too hard to explain when you cannot see what I am explaining.” He spoke. “It makes you question things, question your feelings.” “I am already confused enough. I don’t think I am what you think I am. I've been invisible for my entire life. Whatever you think you see probably hasn’t found me. That’s the only answer I have.” She said laying down again.

The thought scared me, I shook the feeling away not wanting to feel paranoid. Now time to get more pictures. Mrs. V is always wanting to know what is new and whether I found the dirty secrets that Mr. Dominic hid, maybe this might calm her for some time. I turned quickly hoping they didn’t leave by now but lucky me as soon as turned I hit a hard chest and my drink spilled all over the man’s chiseled chest.

’ The Scientist pleaded. ‘H’m! The pirate wanted to know was exactly was inside the bags. ‘What’s that research about?’ He asked. ‘It’s a beer.’ ‘Beer? Then, let’s me drink it.’ ‘No. it’s not just an ordinary beer.’ The pirate forced the bags out from the Scientist, wanting to kill him, but later changed his mind, when the man begged again. He asked the Scientist, ‘what’s so special about the beer?’ ‘It can make one invisible.’ The Scientist said, begging for his life.

There was a good chance that his arrival had not been noticed - by anyone. For a moment he sat motionless in the silent vehicle, a shaft of light from the glass front of the drugstore falling cleanly across the upper part of his chest, picking out the bulge in the vest pocket of his frayed denim jacket, spotlighting the dull metallic grey of the projecting handle. Highlighted in this way it looked almost obscene: he raised his left hand nervously to hide it from his own view.