An Invisible Thread Novels & Stories

No, for real: what the FUCK? “Alastor, hello? Hey? Buddy, can you hear me?” It was his voice. It sounded exactly like Alastor remembered. How–? How the hell is this possible?! “No one’s answering... hey Sean, are you sure this thing's working?” “...Al?” Alastor finally managed to choke out over the lump that already formed in his throat, not believing his ears, “Alistair? Is that you?” … “We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us together. We understand each other.”

there was nothing strange on it… it was plain like every other wall is… I wasn’t able to understand what this karkinos ghost was trying to show me, I wasn’t even sure if she was evil ghost or not, yet like a brainless person I was narrowing my gaze on mud wall… I kept looking at each and every corner of wall until ‘What’s that?’ I spoke in my mind and saw what looked like a very thin white thread which was coming out of mud wall right in middle…. my nosiness made me take couple of steps ahead, when I reached near mud wall I thoroughly saw that thread and realized it was indeed buried inside… with one small tug I pulled the thread and a small piece of dry mud fall off wall…

--- A beat. --- “We just make sure they have the choice.” --- Silence followed. --- Because that— --- Was the line she refused to cross. --- No control. --- No forced evolution. --- Only possibility. --- The threads pulsed again. --- Stronger. --- More defined. --- Because now— --- They weren’t just connections. --- They were forming something. --- A network. --- Not visible. --- Not structured. --- But real. --- A hidden layer beneath the chaos. --- Beneath the division.

My sister, Megan Tate, suffers from a bizarre illness. Whenever she sees me, she convulses, vomits and sometimes even brings up blood. From then on, I become the invisible person in the house. I'm forbidden to appear anywhere Megan can see me. At first, my parents and my childhood friend, Kendrick Brown, still feel sorry for me, but as Megan's smiles grow more frequent, they gradually forget I exist. On the day I turn 18 years old, I sneak into the dining room while Megan is taking a nap in her room. Seeing a table full of delicious food and a huge cake, I happily run into my mom, Ellie Baker's, arms. "Mom, I know you guys still love me and won't forget about my birthday." The moment I

a physical manifestation of the universe's collective memory. But as the flood subsided, a chilling realization took hold. Amidst the songs of peace and the blueprints for wonders, there was a "Silent Thread." A specific frequency that was not a greeting, but a "Tracking-Dart." Something out there wasn't singing along; it was using the Union’s signal to calculate their exact physical coordinates in the void.

It felt like reaching for something I couldn’t quite touch, but I pulled anyway, gathering whatever strength I could. Even with my eyes shut, the world unfolded before me in thin, barely visible threads. They stretched across every direction—some tangled into tight, stubborn knots, others drifting upward like they were stitched to the sky. I needed to find the one thread connected to the witch… hoping I could trace it back to its source fast enough before everything slipped out of my control.

“You’re not alone anymore. Something followed you through the thread.” A shadow split from the realm’s edge, long and jagged, stitched from lies and stitched by them. It wasn’t the Spiral. It wasn’t the gods. It was what they’d feared: The Silence Between Threads. A force that fed on forgetting, on unraveling meaning until only noise remained. Selena stepped forward, now wreathed in the light of the Only Temple, and raised her hand. Threads danced between her fingers like blades. “You were never part of the truth. You were the hole they dug to bury it.”

When the screen fades to black, the final image is of the silver thread floating in an endless void, glowing faintly as whispers echo in the distance. “Makers,” the whispers say. “The cycle begins anew.”

The woman's eyebrows were raised a bit, scanning her face and looking Cassandra up and down. Bitch.Slut.Foxxy. Those words were not heard from the woman's mouth but Casandra can read from her eyes. Casandra gulped and she took a step back when the woman took a step forward to her. A group of men with black suits were appearing at her back. Each of them are not normal. 'They clearly showed that they were skilled enough to make me disappear without a trace and no one would know what happened to me.' Cassandra kept the thought to herself.

I hadn’t meant to use your eyes. ‘Is this what all the wolves see all the time?’ I swiveled my head around to look more intently at each person. ‘Some of this, yes,’ she sounded a little hesitant, ‘but they would have to have the sight to be able to see the connections you seem to be studying.’ I was staring at the tiny iridescent threads that joined Blake and Kelly together. Isabel and Sophie had similar, though fewer, threads that seemed to fade off in the distance. ‘What are those?’