The Invisible Red String Novels & Stories

"What does that mean? Cordelia said that too. What does invisible really mean to them" "It means you’re furniture. A ghost. You are less important than the stones in the floor. You move through the halls and no one sees you. They forget you are there because you make no sound and you cause no trouble. They forget you are human. If they forget, they can’t hurt you, they only hurt what they notice." "But the beast grabbed Senna even though she was invisible. She was quiet"

And that it was, I needed her to tell me what she knows. “Please tell me all you know about her. I’m really curious about the Red String of Fate. Once I picked it up, I was so intrigued by it, and I found it hard to drop the book down,” I lied through my teeth, hoping she would go along with my bullshit. There was no way in hell that I would tell her about Ameris being connected with me somehow. Thankfully, she didn’t catch on to my lie, and rather, she smiled quite smugly, probably thinking I was seeking her wisdom and knowledge, which I wasn’t— at least, not in the sense that she was thinking.

To kill the little demon on the spot, all he needed was the Thunder Palm Mantra. Alex Rockefeller changed his mind after seeing the insignia since he wanted to find out who was behind the old lady’s possession. Whoosh! He muttered an incantation to immobilize the little demon and used a red thread found in the bedroom and tied it up into a knot. Also known as a Red Shackle, it was an extremely effective move to encase supernatural beings. It was a bizarre sight for Wallace Yoke and Jim Sabinsky, as the little demon, as tall as a four-year-old kid, shrunk rapidly and vanished into a tiny red knot. Alex then fastened the knot on his belt.

Her lips pressed thin. She lowered her foot, then lifted it again, slower this time. She twisted her knee, angling her foot farther. The red thread sparked, pulsed, and dimmed, as if she were testing the invisible perimeter of a cage she could not yet see. The sight of it tightened something old and buried beneath her ribs. Red. Once before, it had been thread.

Indeed, Harry's face had brightened, and the deep circles under his eyes were gradually disappearing. Jason's eyes were now closed. In so doing, he had entered the mind of his pack leader. At first, he felt he was in deep darkness and had to walk into a thick fog. It was only after a few seconds that a silver thread, floating in space, appeared before him. The second he'd found the link between himself and Harry, Jason clasped it between his fingers and began to wander through the labyrinth of the Red Moon Alpha's mind.

Mayari stubbornly told. "We will repeat again. Who are you?" Mayari didn't answer... There was a minute of silence, then the voices spoke again. "Very well." They said. A red velvet string suddenly appeared in Mayari's hand, tied in her ring finger, and it seems to be leading somewhere. "Follow the string and accept your judgement." The voices instructed. Mayari don't know what to do so she obliged and followed the string. As she walk further into the colorless realm, murky black slimes started to rain down the horizon covering the angelic white into dusky black down to the ground.

The smoke blurred his face, and I could only catch glimpses of his expression through the smoke. It suddenly felt like there was an invisible wall between us. "Two days before the burial, a stranger came to us. He said he had a way to make us rich through a sustainable business. You know how selling pork is. "If the supply isn't good, then the quality isn't guaranteed. And raising pigs ourselves takes too much time. That man gave your mother and me a small bottle of pale red, viscous substance that was similar to lard. "He told us to rub it on fresh pork and let it dry in the shade for at least five hours before selling it. And he guaranteed we'd have repeat customers."

I said, grateful my voice didn’t shake much. A pause. Then calmly, he spoke. “I warned you about restricted areas.” “You watch people sleep!” “For protection.” “That’s not protection! That’s insanity!” Silence followed briefly. “You opened a locked door inside my home.” “You investigated my entire life!” “You agreed to the contract.” “That doesn’t make this normal!” Another quiet pause and I could practically feel him listening carefully now. God, even while being invisible, this man somehow controlled entire rooms. I hated how strongly I felt that.

“I stop waiting for a reaction. I build where they aren’t looking.” Dante nodded slowly. “Parallel presence.” Aiden’s mouth curved faintly. “Exactly. If they make me invisible here, I don’t fight for visibility—I relocate relevance.” The bond responded—not flaring, not tightening. Aligning. Across town, Julian reviewed the silence metrics one last time before standing. “Give it another cycle,” the advisor suggested. “Invisibility takes time.” Julian paused, something uneasy flickering across his expression. “Invisibility only works if the subject still wants to be seen.”

So, I said "I can't do this." I said and was about to leave when immediately I tried to Crosse the line..I felt an invisible thing hit me hard like a current. I fell on the floor..I didn't realize I was bleeding on my forehand. I groaned in pain as Adrian said