The Invisible Red String Novels & Stories

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

Or… destroy it entirely. One strand caught her gaze. It was red, but not the red of blood or fire—it was older, the red of essence, the original dye of spirit. Another thread next to it pulsed with violet light, coiling around itself like a memory in denial. They were connected. But not tightly. There was room—room for her to choose.

Grabbing the hair tie, I pulled my long blond strands into a loose ponytail at my nape before slipping on the ring. Much like holographic images, the gadget hidden in the hair tie's bobble creates a wall of particles around me while I move. This allows me to become invisible to eyes and cameras. Hopefully, it would be able to give me an advantage over Nash for our spar tonight too. As I twisted the dial on the ring to activate the invisibility field, I pondered over the other problem I would face. The only way into the auditorium was through that ridiculously huge door. Deciding it would be best to focus on running to the venue, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. No problem would

No matter. Closing my fingers around the back of Aria’s palm, I focused inside myself for the bond that held the two of us together. While I couldn’t see it, I could feel a gentle tug inside of myself, like an invisible string that bound me ever to Aria. “Ready?” I asked her. Her own eyes were closed. “Yes.” I tugged at that invisible string, stretching it so taunt that it shivered under the pressure. Then, it snapped. Aria and I released each other, each of us stumbling back. Jasper quickly caught Aria, while I steadied myself on my own.

Whispering about the red thread mystery started to be audible among the humans throughout the main hall. “It was obvious that the red thread was circling around their bodies.” “I saw it as well... But now, where’s the red thread?” “Did it really disappear? Where did it go?” “Perhaps Evania and her husband are really destined to be together, so that the red thread just disappeared like that, and will also secretly protect their love relationship as well as togetherness.” “I think so... Quite incredible and unbelievable, but I do believe that there are many aspects in this world which can’t be literally and scientifically explained...”

ALICE Different colors of strings came out from the red book, swirling, tangling, forming a loop around me. As if it wants to tie me around its knotted threads. “What is this?” Black white and red burst out like fireworks. I’ve never seen strings this much without people. Thrice when I was in crowds, I saw many. But most are black. None are white. Some have red. In their pinky, in their hearts. Black strings ruled over hearts. Humans are full of hatred. They can lie straight in their faces, in their smiles, but they can never lie through the string.

But even as memorable as today’s wave was—what with the jaunty hips and the fluttering thread—this predictable pandemonium, as it always does, left. As did she. After she’d given him the string. Though he’d slipped it in his pocket, waiting until he was home safe on Eidolon before handling it once more, and only once more, to lay it just so on the table opposite, he wouldn’t touch it. It sat waiting. About six inches long. The crimson not bright, but deep. A shade a girl who was not yet sixteen—someone who’d perhaps left sixteen many moons ago—might daub on her lips for a fancy night out. An opera, maybe. Or an IMAX movie.

He was glad because he would be able to do something for the lonely goddess seated beside him. He didn’t know why he was so drawn to her. He never questioned the teachings of their kind. The reminders that they should keep out of the goddess’ way. But now, he can’t help but wonder… why? Why do they think of a beautiful creature like her can caused them misfortunes? As their promise to each other was sealed, their eyes started glowing as they both looked up to stare at the moon they both love. But little did they know that the invisible tiny red string that was attaching Morgan to his supposed-to-be mate had vanished completely in exchange for the promise they made.

"Learn to keep people dependent on you." - 48 Laws of Power. - Dallas Demitri Ortega - The night was extremely cold, I could not bare the chill that seemed to seep into my bones. It was one of those nights when the wind howled and the rain beat down on the hood of my car. The sky was dark with only a few stars visible and the city was bustling with activity, oblivious to the cold night. I sat in my car, staring at Marion, the rival casino across the street. I sat there, trying to figure out what to do next.

“No matter what happens, we finish this. I will be there the whole time. You will not face it alone.” “I know,” I said. I had already agreed. I had already given pieces of myself. Still, every promise felt like standing at the edge of something deep, knowing that I had to step forward even if I could not see the bottom. Isolde came in then. She moved slowly, carrying a little bag. She opened her bag and drew out a pendant tied to a long red string. The pendant looked odd and old. It was a disk of dark stone. The surface was carved with a spiral that curled inward like a sleeping thing. The metal rim around the stone was dull and pitted, and thin lines etched into it made a pattern I could no