Invisible String Magic Novels & Stories

Melinda cut the sprig of the mistletoe into four shorter bits, and she gave me one bit. She tucked two bits into my pup's hands, and she held the last one in her hand. "Right now, I need you to focus your mind on being invisible. We want to be invisible, right?" Melinda quipped. "Yeah. Ain't that your plan all along??" I retorted. "Yeah, I know… but to achieve that, you must first believe that you are already invisible. So, as you hold the mistletoe in your hand, you have to believe that you are already invisible." Melinda stated.

my father said tightly. I turned around slowly, letting the wind blow through my gown dramatically because I was extra now and fully leaning into it. “I mean,” I said, stepping back into the room, “that someone cloaked in magic is perched on the tower across from us and thinks I haven’t noticed. Adorable, really.” My fingers sparked. A single flick. A pulse. And just like that—BOOM. The distant tower crackled. The spy’s invisibility spell shattered with a burst of pale blue static. And oh my god—

Magic as texture. Vivian’s magic as a very specific texture. I’d been standing in it for three weeks. I knew it the way I knew the mate bond, the way I knew Dr. Chen’s scanner signature, the way I knew the curse that had been in my DNA since before I could walk. Vivian’s particular dark magic had a quality that was hers — a frequency, a density, the accumulated resonance of thirty years of practice leaving its mark on everything she’d built. When Vivian died—

Ignatius began the ritual as soon as he saw that Vione was ready. He raised both hands in the air, tracing magical patterns he had studied for years. The sky darkened, a sign that nature was answering his call. The incantation Ignatius spoke echoed through the forest. He called upon the power he had entrusted to the full moon. Then the energy surged forth, drawing power from the earth, encircling the two of them, creating a magical ring invisible to ordinary human eyes.

I exhaled a long, tension-filled breath and let my shoulders drop, shaking the rigidity from my body as best I could. I needed a way out of here. Not just out of this room, out of this entire arrangement, preferably without alerting Dominic or Argos or anyone else paying attention to my movements. "Oracle," I asked silently, reaching for the strange entity that had bonded itself to me, "how do I make myself invisible?" “Connect with every part of your cells,” Oracle instructed, the response arriving with characteristic simplicity, as though the answer were obvious. I frowned. "I can actually do that?"

They might use both. I went to the basement, stood in front of the door, holding the silver necklace in my right hand. I chanted a spell to protect the basement from any intruders. Nobody can see the door anymore. I made the door disappear. Only me can see the door. To others, it's just white walls and no door at all. After I finished chanting, I left the basement. I went outside the house again and this time I chanted a powerful spell, blanketing the entire place with an invisible barrier. The barrier will alert me if an intruder of any kind tries to enter the place.

“Hold it for now. I’ll activate it in a moment. Then put it in your pocket. We could wait until we’re closer, but it’s safer to be invisible the whole way.” She looks around. That makes me look too. The road is empty. The trail is quiet. Nothing moves. No people. No sound. Just us. “We have a couple of things to go over first,” she says. “When the charm activates, you’ll be invisible. Even to yourself. It might feel strange. I’ll still be able to see you because it’s my magic. But you won’t see me.” “I won’t see you?” I ask. “Or myself?”

I thrust both hands forward, my star-silver bracer humming a pitch so high it made the stone railing crack beneath Silas’s grip. Instead of weaving a flat defensive wall, I manipulated the violet mist at the perimeter into a massive, concave gravitational well—a swirling vortex of dark shadow and liquid amethyst fire. The six solar beams slammed into the amethyst vortex, but they didn't detonate. The gravitational pull of the Eclipse magic caught the white light, bending the trajectories, forcing the liquid heat to swirl wildly within the vortex like a captured sun. The agony was instantaneous. It felt as though my blood had been replaced with molten lead. My bones vibrated, and a sharp line

I imagined the orb as a small, delicate package, tied with multiple taut strings that protected its contents from being revealed. I whispered an unlocking incantation, trying to tug at the invisible strings within the orb. I felt my magic tugging at the strings, but they refused to budge. I tried again, chanting the incantation with more intent. I sensed the energy within the orb vibrating in response to my magic, but the strings still held fast.

Reaching into the glove compartment, I retrieved a small vial filled with a shimmering, iridescent liquid. The sorcerer I had met in secret had assured me this magic would cloak my car from any supernatural detection. With a steady hand, I poured the contents over the vehicle, whispering the incantation the sorcerer had taught me. The liquid spread like a mist, enveloping the car and rendering it invisible to any prying eyes, both human and supernatural. I watched as the familiar shape of my car faded, replaced by a subtle distortion in the air. Satisfied, I made my way to the motel entrance, my heart still pounding from the escape.