What Is Invisible Primary Novels & Stories

TESSA I felt like a shadow in this place—which, if you think about it, was actually an upgrade. Achievement unlocked: invisibility. Nobody here cared that I existed, and I wasn’t going to complain. Being invisible meant fewer whispers behind my back, fewer pitying glances from relatives who didn’t know what to do with me, and most importantly… fewer chances of running into the people I didn’t want to see. Unfortunately, I still had eyes. And my eyes found him almost immediately.

Carl paused at the top of the stairs. "Oh! I almost forgot." He turned back, his expression suddenly serious. "Don't worry about the enemies tomorrow. I'm going to use my invisibility magic to keep an eye on them." "Invisibility magic?" Karson asked. "Yeah. I've been practicing." Carl struck a dramatic pose. "I can make myself invisible. Almost. Sometimes. If I concentrate really hard and hold my breath." "And what will you do if you see enemies?" "Tell you, obviously." He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's what invisible spies do. They watch and report."

I inhale again, comforted by the faint smell of lavender coming in from the hall. “We are honored to have Grand Master Albert and Grand Mage Ruth joining us tonight,” Tabatha says, smile on her face. She admires Ruth especially, whose claim to witch-fame is perfecting an invisibility spell. Many tried the spell before and disappeared—literally. Whether they turned themselves so invisible not even their familiar could find them, or they vanished into another realm, no one knows.

Casper would never allow anyone to be more feared than himself except his son. “That’s ridiculous. If anyone knew who he was, then he should have been arrested by now. How do you expect me to stop a man without an identity?” Caddaric saw it as a mission impossible. No one knew what Invisible looked like. When he attacked, it was flawless and no one knew if he operated alone or had a backup. For four years, no one knew his identity and no one could locate him. As such, they came up with the name Invisible.

Sean extended his hand containing a twenty-dollar bill. "What's that for?" She asked looking at the money confused. "For any emergency you have, lunch or any other stuff. I'll pick you at three. " Amy grabbed the money and said goodbye to Sean before leaving the car. She walked through the familiar halls of that school, ignoring the inappropriate PDA most couples showed and the students who also ignored her during the last years. By now she was used to this, to be invisible. She just ignored them as they ignored her, it was easier that way. She walked to her locker and grab her books when she heard someone say "boo " in her ear, she turned and it was Dana.

Lucas tries to wipe my eyes with his little towel, he is six years old, and he is so cute. "I am so happy to see you, I thought we would never see each other again," I hug them once more, very tight. "Here," Lucy hands me a piece of paper, I stand up and analyze the drawing: All the children are together in a garden, and next to them are the adults, me, Cris, Leandro, Luana and.... "Who is that in the suit, Lu?", I ask Lucy. "It's Mr. Invisible," she says smiling, leaving her window showing.

“And?” “They are called ‘the invisibles’. They are fortified by a witch. There’s usually someone somewhere who makes sure that a candle remains burning, and once that candle stops burning, they won’t be able to disappear anymore. But they can also be stopped from disappearing when encircled with salt, as salt nullifies the witches magic.” I explained.

Everlyn’s breath caught slightly. Visible. The one thing this system wasn’t. “You said it yourself,” Clara continued. “No system deserves power if it can’t survive being questioned.” Everlyn stared at her. “You’re asking us to expose it.”Clara nodded. “Yes.” Jesse stepped forward. “You think telling people there’s an invisible system influencing them is a good idea?” Clara didn’t hesitate. “I think it’s the only honest one.” Marcus exhaled slowly.

Her head tilted toward me in that way she does when she’s listening—not just hearing, but receiving. No kiss. No scandal. But intimacy has a language of its own. The message beneath the image is short and cheerful in that way that makes my jaw tighten. Thought you should know this is making rounds. Nothing bad—just… visible. Visible. I’ve spent years perfecting the art of invisibility. Not in the literal sense, but in the way that matters—choosing neutrality, keeping my name attached only to work, never to emotion. Being competent but unremarkable. Present but unclaimed.

Elara's POV I learned to be invisible when I was seven years old, the day Mistress Cora beat me so badly I couldn't walk for three days because I made the mistake of looking her daughter in the eye. My mother held me while I cried and whispered the most important lesson of my life. Invisible girls don't get hurt, invisible girls survive. Now at twenty, I've perfected the art of being nothing, keeping my eyes down when wolves pass, making myself small in corners and doorways, never speaking unless spoken to. My brown hair hangs in my face to hide my features, and my gray shapeless clothes help me blend into shadows and walls where I belong.