The Invisible Red String Novels & Stories

The red light shot toward Frank as she finished but faded in an instant, and soon, the hag's lotus faded as well! Everyone including the hag were left frowning in disbelief. "Where did you learn that?! How did you manage to nullify my attack?!" Not only was she proud with this technique, just seeing that it did not work against Frank told her that she had already lost. How could she accept that, when she was usually the one who lorded over everyone else? How the tables had turned, that she now would not even survive one hit! Frank laughed coolly. "There's something even more interesting you should know. Red light isn't the pinnacle of this technique. The rainbow spectrum only applies to visi

“We’ll be there soon-“ Just like an angel descended from paradise. It was the red of wedding carnations, a pop of colour in his grey world which resembles passion and the dynamic form of his infatuation. He couldn’t –even though he was aware of it–he just couldn’t keep his eyes away from her. Her small petal-like lips tempted him to have a taste and wonder if they tasted the same as last night, her creamy butter-like smooth legs seducing him to run his fingers up to the cleft between her thighs and examine what was the colour of her underwear. She shied away from his intense gaze, and he fell in love all over again.

On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them. Thick black doors makes up the right side of the wall that continue down the hallway all made from a type of metal that makes it impossible for anyone to break in or out of it. The stench of blood, grime, and urine hang in the hair and I take a big gulp, trying to swallow the bile that is coming up. Adair is well in front of us, walking dauntlessly without even taking a second glance at any of the red stains on the walls. Nick’s mouth is set in a tight line and he continues to glance at me behind his shoulder to make sure I’m okay.

" You know what it is?" I just looked at his dazzling eyes, I don't know what it was for. " What's with red strings?" He tied it first to his pinky fingers after he tied it to himself, he got mine and he started to tie it. " It is the Red​ String of Fate, if we die soon. You and I will meet again in our next life" He beamed a smile and I just got teary eyed. After Articus kissed me, someone's force opened the door. We heard a crash downstairs and I started to tighten my hug to Articus. We tried to don't make any noise but we heard the footsteps it's going upstairs.

I pinched the arch of my nose. Fenrir’s silence somehow felt smug and I glanced at my wrist. There it was, the bond. A red string that only I could see started wrapping itself on my wrist and disappearing into the thin air before I could make sense of it. I found myself staring in the air and thinking about one very dangerous thought. I need to know who she is.

I wrapped the small blanket tighter around me, but any warmth it offered felt drained away by some invisible force, impossible to hold onto. Just as I felt myself about to collapse, a black car slowly approached the rest stop entrance. It was like a lifeline in the storm. I summoned every ounce of strength and shuffled forward, staring at the driver as he lowered the window. It was a stranger. "Sir, can I borrow your phone? I feel awful…" My voice was so weak I could barely hear it myself. The man froze for a moment, then quickly pulled out his phone and handed it to me. "Hey, kid, what's wrong? You look awful."

Seeing the rigid set of his shoulders and the way his pupils bled into the dark gray of his irises made Willow second-guess the daring cut of her silk dress. They were entirely isolated in the coastal silence of Redwood Bay, far from the prying eyes of the pack. He hadn't even caught sight of the nonexistent back of the garment yet.

“We ghost it.” Ariana nodded once. “We evolve quietly.” Caleb’s lips curved faintly. “Now you’re thinking like an architect.” Mason looked between them. “So what? We pretend to be small?” “No,” Ariana said. “We become unpredictable.” The countdown ticked. 71:58:12 Above the planet, satellites adjusted again. Ariana felt a faint flicker at the edge of the mesh—something new. Not red. Not amber. Invisible. A node that hadn’t registered on Observer’s map.

Every string tightened around The Glassworks. Liora hovered, restless. She tried to memorize the map, tried to find meaning in the colored pins, but her mind kept spinning back to the last sound of Wren’s voice in the smoke. Mama? She startled when Ines spoke. “It’s almost elegant,” the woman murmured, gesturing to the cluster of pins. “Every move, every exchange, spiralling toward this one point. Like a spider pulling threads to its web.” Varian was already strapping on a holster. “Then let’s burn the web.”

I held the square above the page and murmured, “Where there’s a will…” Then I laid the film flat. “…there’s a way.” I slowly dragged the acetate over the page. As it passed over the text, something happened. The words vanished. One by one, the lines disappeared beneath the red filter. Red text hidden beneath red film—it was exactly as Marcus had described. But we’d theorized there might be more. A secondary layer. Something written in another color. If that layer existed, the red film would reveal it. I skimmed the beginning: George’s gifts to staff members. Wilson. Williams. I recognized each name, each token. Nothing stood out.