Invisible String Magic Novels & Stories

“Ugly little ghosts. If someone tries to draw a circle under them, they’ll eat the shape from the inside out. It’ll look right, but the power will bleed sideways. Wrong colors, wrong feel. It won’t hold.” “Second,” she went on, “a veil. Very thin. Doesn’t make you invisible, but if someone’s throwing power at a specific signature—say, ‘peace‑born heir’—it’ll smear the edges. Make you harder to aim at.” Rin’s brows rose despite herself. “You made me fuzzy.” Talia’s mouth twitched. “Blurred. Temporarily.” “And third?” Rhea prompted.

Unable to shake me free while trying to snare me in red veins of pulsing power. She hauls at my wrist with one hand, the other around my neck as she commands her own mist and magic. Tightening on me, eyes locked, and yet there is nothing of my sister in their empty depths. Through choking tightness and fighting the sensation of being sucked dry, I force myself to chant out loud “Vim tuam in se converto, intra te ipsam ruat et frangatur. Constringo, comprimo, concido - Omnis potentia in vacuum cadat.

“Nothing, but there is a glitch in the feed around the time when we all would have been getting back from the celebration. Watch.” He pulls up the feed and plays it for me and if I didn’t know to look for it, I never would have seen it. In the bottom right corner is a small flash of what looks like static, but with a shimmer. No interference I have everseen has ever shown as a shimmer. “Someone used magic to cloak themselves?” “Yep, and obviously doesn’t care about having to reset the little dream bundle as often as needed because of their cloak. I did talk to Gentry this morning while you were training…”

It is magically doing the trick, and I’m glad. ##########

The smell of burned herbs still clung to my fingers. Even after I scrubbed them raw, the scent stayed. A reminder of what I’d done. Of the curse now clinging to Ivy’s mind like smoke to fabric. It was subtle magic, forbidden and old, something that wouldn’t be traced to me unless someone looked very closely. But no one would. They never did. I was invisible when I wanted to be.

“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.

I ignored them the only wound that mattered was the invisible one the one that bled silence. I found a text on counter-rituals a ledger of negation magic it spoke of sympathetic resonance of fighting magic with its opposite to counter a shard of oblivion one would need a fragment of creation but how what was creation here the bond itself was gone. I had nothing to offer but the memory of it the ghost in my chest.

He estimated the local mage would scarcely be able to sense invocations above the sixth level; the Undead King started calling the Dark. To be on the safe side, he chose eighth-level curses. It would be hard to detect the magic of such a force. Unfortunately, to be activated, formulas of that kind required a special material: hair, blood, or saliva. That’s why Reive spent another hour creating a completely invisible needle from concentrated dark. The rest was just a matter of technique. The fairly crazy customers in the den hardly noticed the stranger secretly prick them and leave threads of the Dark on them as he passed.

The magic coalesced into a radiant sphere above my palm, its luminescence casting a soft, comforting glow. Closing my eyes, I created a mental picture of Vincent using magic to control Tarr. Vampires used blood magic, so I visualized red threads projected by Vincent, the threads tied on different parts of Tarr’s body—his wrists, knees, ankles, head. Tarr was a puppet to Vincent who controlled those threads. The magical sphere pulsed with intensity, responding to the urgency of my intent.

Not yet. We landed on a rocky outcropping, and the sudden stillness was eerie. Magnus released me, his eyes watching intently for my reaction. I could feel the magic, the tether stretching and pulling, an invisible leash that beckoned me, reminding me that I had gone too far. It was a warning tug that I was going to ignore. The first signs of my invisible handcuff showing resistance.