Inverse by Mikey Luke Mitchell (top 100 novels of all time TXT) 📕

stayed and fought I knew it would be the end of my stability. I was faster than Rachel, but she managed to keep up using her flash teleport her violet sparks glistened in the corner of my eye but it didn’t put me off. I needed to keep concentration. I needed to calm myself down.

We ran in a weird system taking random turns which to come at every second, but the vampires had heightened smell senses and they could easily keep up even if they were slower than us.

Me and Rachel both found ourselves hit by an invisible shield making our bodies convulsing before being thrusted back. I started to hyperventilate, there was no stopping this now. Calm down, Calm… I told myself. I decided to distract myself with the thirty seconds we had until the minors would be able to catch up, by looking around for anyone who set the shield.
“Ah, sorry, sorry, I turn it off now.” Trist said standing in front of us. Frantically apologetic.
“It’s ok.” Rachel responded hastily. Rachel got up but I was still on the ground trying to suppress my anger, the hyperventilation stopped, but I thought hard not to speak incase I truly let this glitch out.
“Will, are you okay?” Trist asked, but I couldn’t talk, I needed to concentrate. Rachel knew exactly what was happening she seen it before when I almost attacked Brett at the house after I accused him of trashing it.
“Trist, he’s going to be fine, but you’re gonna have to leave him and not ask any questions we will tell you later. Can you stop them from coming near us?”
“Yes-yes.” Trist agreed. The sound of a stampede getting nearer and nearer. Trist lifted up his hand.
“Cosain Muid!” He spoke loudly and an invisible shimmer in the space around us appeared for a second, as I kept thinking about that for a while I felt the anger calm into a molten flow. The vampires turned the corner and stopped still in a group snarl, eyeing up Tristanio. They must be familiar with him already.
“What happened? Why are you still here?” I asked Trist, and Rachel seemed surprised to hear my voice again, I got up from where I was sat confident that I’ll be okay.
“I came back, to find my guild, after I got the ingredients I needed when I was with you. But my guild have gone, and when I went looking, these children started to attack me.” Another snarl broke out as soon as his last comment was spoken.
“The shield wont last much longer.” Trist added.
“Then lets go. I don’t want to fight them, I’ll tell you later why Trist but I think it is important that we shouldn’t and one more thing could you call for Antibodies for me please?” He looked confused at my request, but he didn’t ask questions, part of me was not sure if he understood what I was saying.

“Inverse, mélange, chacun, étoile” Trist said using the french commands. The moments passing seemed forever and both me and Rachel looked anxious. Trist had a face full of confusion but he was strong enough to keep his questions locked for now.
“It’s not working, they’re not coming.” Rachel confirmed, and we got up and ran. I needed to escape from it all, but first I needed to get the rest of my guild. I ran a bit slower this time so Trist could keep up but also to follow the sounds of the battle.


Chapter 6: Forte

It was hard to keep my focus, in the italian looking town square that was thick with dust of broken stones and damaged buildings. We were massively outnumbered, but we were also strong. We were all in our aura form, are smoky colors dancing around the outline of our bodies, I felt stronger, faster and more confident, but I could feel myself soon tire. The death balls I was executing were becoming weak and more transparent in color, the usual silvery blue now becoming more faint and it was the same for all of our aura’s. I could hear Trist mumbling more spells and summoning this green electric sparks from his hands shooting them at the demonic creatures.

“We’ve got to go!” I tried to shout through the noise, but it was useless. Ray tried to run into the middle of the forty something enemy, that were dancing around us.
“You don’t have your Forte Ray!” Only acknowledging what I just said he was already there being bitten left, right and center, his green aura now becoming so faint he’ll be dead in ten seconds or so. I forced all of my aura into my hand and ran towards him, feeling the power surge I jumped and hit the ground with my glowing fist. A big boom erupted and it sent ten or so of them off of Ray hitting onto the buildings nearby, he was covered in bloodless bites. Nice to know that throughout everything in the game that seems to fail or glitch, the minors can still have a gore-free battle, to me it was creepier to see black teeth marks like bottomless pits.

I tried to help him out before more could come and attack but they were too quick. Trist used his levitation spell to get Ray out of there into safety. If Ray had his Forte, these people wouldn’t stand a chance, his Forte ‘psionic strength’ was like a walking talking body of steel. Rachel was flash teleporting all over the place trying to hit but not kill as many of the minors as she could, I watched her fluidness for a second too long before I realized I was being bitten. As I pulled away to attack the girl latched onto my arm, a burning sensation started to tingle lightly on the bite marks, I ignored it and quickly sent the girl away using my telekinesis, she fell to the floor not far from me and I conjured a death ball in my hand. Her crimson eyes wide stared back at mine, but the face she held was not fear, nor happiness it was shock. I noticed than that everyone around me was staring at me, at my arm. The death ball in my hand faded away with my focus, the burning sensation was suddenly increasing, I felt dizzy and nauseas. With every pulse of burn I couldn’t help scream, the blood started to ooze out and my aura was faded away.

Everyone stood mid battle staring at me, dumbfounded and mouth open wide they gawked at my un-funneled pain, when I thought that Inverse had been tampered with, the aspect of feeling pain never crossed my mind. It was too dangerous to be real. My body shuddered as it fell into a fetal position on the stone floor, my knees started to feel bruised from the fall but the shooting burn pulsating from arm to my toes was to excruciating.
“Omigod! Rune! What do I do now!?” the girl that bit me panicked.
“I don’t know, kill him!” Rune, the guy from the rooftop, said with much less panic. He expected it.
“What the hell do you think you’re playing at!” Rachel announced, I could hear her striding towards Rune. Someone from the statued crowd threw a green jet of light at her, she flash teleported on the spot, she wasn’t bothered about who did it, her eyes were set firmly on Rune. I watched her through my squinting eyes as she punched Rune in the face. He shook his head and bought his shame filled eyes back to Rachel.
“Damn! I hoped you would’ve be able to feel that. Sort this out now.” Rachel said like a parent disciplining their child and he didn’t like that one bit, he snarled loudly that you could hear over my whining.

Rachel was thrusted back onto the ground, Rune wide eyed and determined stormed towards me, Ray was shouting from behind me too weak to intervene, Randeep and Coleen were restrained, and Brett just stood and watched. Rune stood above, and conjured red sparks similar to Trist’s power.
“I’m sorry.” Rune said through a whimper.
“No!” Rachel shouted and he turned and hit her with a red lightning. She was trusted into the air before landing into a splash of blue orbs.

I tried to come to moral understanding that these were children manipulated by evil members of some cult. I tried to picture the children behind these brooding characters but it just made it worse. The control was slipping away from me, my Forte power was about to make it’s debut and I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop the molten flow burst into an eruption. The pain that I felt suddenly dropped into numbness I got myself up and picked up Rune by the throat, the screams and the shocked looked by those around me blurred. I conjured one swirling dark blue death ball and shot it at full speed into his stomach and he disintegrated into the tiny millions of blue orbs.

A scream shrieked from some one I couldn’t see, but I didn’t to, without thought I singled that sound out, as everything else turned into a muffle, a stream of pinkish translucent energy like liquid originating from the scream started to collect in my hand. The scream had stopped but the pink liquid emitted the high pitched noise like a looped reverb. I wasn’t seeing anything when I looked back at the forty-odd minors. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the fear within them, or even the fear within my friends around me. There was no stopping me, no stopping this lack of control that we call a glitch.

With a little tense of my muscle and a bit of thought, I amplified the pinkish liquid which now swirled like a ball of sound waves constantly vibrating. It shrieked louder than the original scream itself, sending a chilling wave everywhere. They covered their ears and some fell to their knees, the power intoxicated every thought within me, it felt good. I knew it wouldn’t hurt them, hopefully wouldn’t hurt them just make them feel uncomfortable. I don’t think my uncontrollable body would care either way. Using the sound in my hand I shot sparks of it at some of those kneeling, it sent a harsh smack noise like a head hitting metal as those hit flung backward and dissipated into orbs.

The eruption in my body wasn’t even close to ending, a vampire girl knelt beneath me, in shock she looked up at me, with anger in her eyes but also the realization that they lost this battle. I released the pink sound which stopped it from emitting the pitch leaving a few seconds of a calming quiet atmosphere. I singled out the heavy footsteps and streams of grey colored liquid from the ground collected in my hand, again with the muscle tense and the thought in my mind I amplified it into a ball as big as a basketball. An echoey bass filled the square, vibrating the pools of water and shaking debris off the buildings. I could hear the feint sounds of my friends pleading for me to stop, but it wasn’t enough to calm this uncontrollable force. I ran a few feet towards the scared characters and smashed the swirling ball of bass onto the floor. The stone patterns of the floor crumbled and a grey shock wave sent those closest to me at least fifty feet into the air dissipating into orbs as they flew. The wave covered the square in milliseconds and killed everything in it’s