The Visitor Novels & Stories

The crowd gasped in collaboration, everyone seemed to be impressed by the story, and fully hooked, as their faces suggested. "So, where was I?" He said, like an old man who misses the line while talking. "She hunts on the visitors!" A girl clad in a vampire-like attire, two bloodied canines showing out of his mouth, blew out in a terrified voice. "Yes." Grabbing on the thread once again, "She hunts on the Visitors. That's true, but there's a twist. She doesn't prey on every tourist." He took a brief pause and bit his lip in contempt.

I don't part away from Ivanna but I indeed make a short distance. "I'm sorry for bothering you guys," she smiles and looks at us. "But there's a visitor to meet Mrs Scott" "Who's it?" I ask. "Adrian Sarkis"

Their eyes moved from photograph to photograph with growing disbelief. Hope noticed too. Of course she did. She possessed supernatural curiosity. The moment the visitor reached the central gallery, Hope appeared beside them. No warning. No introduction. Just materialized. "Hello." The traveler startled visibly. "Hello." Hope pointed. "You look like you're trying not to cry." Direct assault. The stranger laughed unexpectedly. A tired laugh. "Is everyone here that observant?" "Unfortunately." The traveler looked around the hall again. At the lanterns. At the photographs.

I asked. “Sir King asked it to be placed there for you to see. It’s a gift from the visitor,” she responded. Who is this almighty visitor all of them are talking about? At that moment of my questioning, that was when I saw King coming out from the study with the visitor. The visitor was just a replica of King. The only difference is that he looks five years younger than King. “Sister-in-law,” the man called, his hands opening wide for an embrace.

“No biting. No spitting. No trying to headbutt me because I swear to God, I’ll put you on the floor and feed you there instead.” I stared at him. He tore off a piece of bread. “You’ll need the energy.” My brows twitched before I could stop them. He caught it instantly. The bastard smirked. “There it is. You wanna know.” I frowned. “For what?” My voice came out rougher than I expected. Dry, hoarse and strange because it was coming out of my mouth but it didn’t sound like mine. He tilted his head. “For your visitor.” My whole body froze. A visitor? My mind leapt in a dozen directions at once. Renata?

He said to me, making me even more confused, because he sounded like he had an idea or knew who the visitor was. “Who is the visitor?”. I asked him as I tilted my head to the side while staring at him. “You don't have to know”. He replied to me. But what he did not know was that his reply and the tone of his voice had made me figure out who the visitor was. Either the visitor was Kai, or his parents, or Adira herself. But I wasn't scared to face any one of them. Neither was I the one supposed to apologize to any of them.

Aside from; Misan, Leandro, Mark, and Jace who have been disturbing my phone every minute, I couldn't think of anyone right now. “She's a brunette,” the security said. Might be Eve, but I wasn't sure, not until I saw the person. It was lunch time in my office, the visitor came at the right time. “She didn't drop a name?” I asked, taking only my purse with me. “A Miss Vaughn.” He finally said, I rolled my eyes at the man, why didn't he say so sooner. “Thanks, on my way down anyway.” So he left. Packing what I need, my head was occupied with random thoughts of what she could be here for.

They are not the same here. “Uh…Sir,” Xavier stepped forward. “I think you have another visitor in the assembly hall.” I blinked. Another visitor? At this time? What would they want. I stood up and followed him.

We cannot be friends right away. I went after him. "Are you in a hurry? Does the visitor have something to do with you?” I asked when I finally matched his pace. "Did you not hear what Hugh has said?" I scowled at him. "What did he say? I never received anything from him. Did you two have a meeting?” "We have a visitor." "A visitor? Who? Mika? If she's the visitor, are you sure you're not going to hide away from her? You're scared of her."

“As you have said, you have the ability to look at things in a different way to other people. It is your gift, perhaps. That’s why you’re here, after all.” Now it was my turn to be confused. “What do you mean ‘That’s why you’re here’? Are you saying you know why we were brought here?” “I wouldn’t go so far as to say I know, but Visitors such as yourselves aren’t like the rest of us. You have the potential to do things we cannot. Sometimes it is a small thing that serves little purpose, and sometimes it can change the world. Unlocking that potential, is the tricky part. Most Visitors never do. Most Visitors die long before they get the chance.”