The Invisible String Read Aloud Novels & Stories

Zane added, irritation slipping into his tone. The guards nodded, shifting their focus, preparing to move in. That’s when I moved. Not physically. Not yet. My lips parted slightly as I whispered…soft, low, almost inaudible. Words they couldn’t understand. Words they were never meant to hear. The moment the last syllable left my tongue… The air shifted. Violently. A force exploded outward from me. Invisible. But devastating. The guards closest to me were thrown back instantly, their bodies lifting off the ground as if slammed by something monstrous.

The nearest creature’s black eyes flared wide. “What are you - " it tried. She tightened her fingers. The invisible thread snapped tight around whatever passed for its core. The thing convulsed. Its back bowed, limbs jerking, mouth stretched wide in a scream she couldn’t hear. Its shadow on the ground rippled, then tore, the edges dissolving like paper left too long in water. The others recoiled. “Stop,” one shrieked. “You’ll - " Althea twisted. Something broke. Not bone. Not skin.

Agnus Castus. I crept afront the corner as I writhe silently. I bide in a corner enough for me to not be unveiled. I must nimble as I fulfill it before he gets to beseech his myrmidons. And therefore, bring to light the Sozirelanonme (String). I peruse the eirevehenäre...(Prayer) Fie! Feast my eyes! Elf me in all of his scheme and behest, such an unadorned old man I am, by my troth I stay amiable.

I don't want to lose him. My mind starts to race of ways to help. It has to have something to do with his ability. When he is invisible I am the only one who can see him. he becomes invisible when he travels. Wait, he travels. "oh god he travels. He's invisible. He needs a destination! No, an anchor" I say aloud as I talk to myself.

Chapter 61 • • • • • • • • • • • The road stretched ahead, an unbroken ribbon of asphalt that seemed to disappear into the unknown. Evelyn's voice cut through the silence, a note of assurance that mingled with the steady hum of the car's engine. "It's just up ahead," she announced, her words carrying a sense of both anticipation and apprehension. The tension in the air was palpable, each heartbeat a reminder that their destination was drawing closer.

The sound of their footsteps faded, leaving only the dull hum of the hallway and the faint drip of water from a broken pipe. I waited. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. My breathing steadied again. Then, slowly, I tilted my wrists against the ropes. The fibers strained for a moment, but I didn’t pull. I whispered something under my breath, a small word, almost soundless and the ropes began to burn. A faint red glow spread through them before they blackened, snapping apart in quiet bursts.

My mind echoed as if it would get a response. Yet, in a way, it did. The pull on the invisible string became stronger. So, I allowed myself to be pulled. Every step I took forward felt both terrifying and exhilarating, a magnetic pull that promised something beyond ordinary—a power that hummed with a sense of destiny. I didn’t understand it fully, but all I knew was it felt like it had been waiting for me, watching me from the shadows of time. It beckoned not just my body but something buried deep within my very being. Almost as if it was trying to awaken something primal, something I never knew existed but always felt lurking beneath the surface.

I stood slowly, knowing that I was still invisible. “I can feel your presence,” she continued. Her boots scraped against the stone floor as she stormed into the room. Priscilla followed behind her, quieter as the both glanced around. I let the silence stretch just a second longer, savoring the taste of tension in the air, then dropped the invisibility spell with a quiet exhale. The shimmer of my form returned slowly, beginning with a flicker in the air before my full presence bled into view, standing near the bed.

My lips trembled as I whispered, "Dad, Mom, I am still here…" The words were as faint as a wisp of smoke. They barely left my mouth before the biting cold wind tore them apart and scattered them across the empty rest stop. In the next instant, the last trace of shock and protest in my chest was smothered by a cold numbness. I slowly withdrew my gaze and looked around. The massive rest stop was terrifyingly quiet. Under the dim yellow streetlights, the sky looked washed out and pale, with not a single person in sight.

My fingers stretched, And then my hand touched something solid. Invisible. Like a wall made of air. I gasped, startled, palm pressing against nothing I could see but definitely felt. “What, ” I breathed. I pushed again. The wall didn’t move. The breeze pressed harder against my face, urging, calling, whispering my name like a lullaby. My heart pounded. I leaned forward, trying to find the edge of it, trying to understand, “Nyra!” Ronan’s voice snapped closer, sharp with alarm.