The Invisible String Read Aloud Novels & Stories

Like someone holding shut a door that’s beginning to open. I refuse to rush. One thread. Then another. Another. The invisible web begins unraveling beneath my fingertips. Pressure builds inside my chest. Sweat gathers at my temples. The air vibrates. Leaves rustle without wind. Somewhere nearby… a raven suddenly takes flight. Then another. Then dozens. The forest itself seems to awaken. The spell is dying. One final thread remains. The heart. I wrap my magic around it, not with force. With understanding. “I see you.”

But this time, I now understand his plan. I teleported to Ailestair's location and immediately hold his hand to teleport him to different location. When I did that, I witness how the acid wall releases some fumes. That explains one thing, the invisible rope that the vice-president released to attack Ailestair, touches the acid. "What the hell was that?!" Ailestair shouted. "It's his invisible weapon. Stop shouting, I can't think straight." "What the fuck?! How do you think I'm going to stop shouting if I don't know the power of my enemy?! Im more excited to check how strong that power of his." Ailestair is now smiling like crazy.

into existence. "They’re 'Reading' us, Lyra," Silas whispered, his voice sounding like a recorded echo. He felt a sudden, sharp vibration in his marrow, as if a massive, invisible finger were tracing the line of his spine. "It’s not a gaze anymore. It’s an interaction."

" He is the most powerful werewolf in the World. He has destroyed many such beasts single-handedly." " Who are you? Why can't I see you anywhere? Is this some sort of a trick?" the Queen asked suspiciously, looking around herself. " I am a witch," the voice said confidently. " You cannot see me because I am invisible." " Why are you invisible?" The day was getting more interesting as the Queen encountered many strange creatures that she had only heard about till now.

The strings had been pulled and my fate was sealed. I turned the string over in my fingers, watching the light play across its deceptively innocent surface. As I pull the tiny red string coiling in my palm, sealing my doom taut, a high-pitched note rings out into the night, startling the others, and then seconds later, a voice rang through the air again, "Attention students, this is your headmistress speaking. I have an important announcement regarding the red string game that just concluded..."

"You got this." "What if I mess up?" "Then you breathe and you just keep going. Words are like stars—they shine brightest when they're real." He nodded. "Okay." When they called his name, the applause was like thunder. He made his way to the microphone, cleared his throat, and started. "I wrote this story for my mom." That alone brought tears to my eyes. But then he read The Invisible Lion. And the whole room was silent. ---