The Invisible String Read Aloud Novels & Stories

Every time her small hand brushed my skin, that soft blue pulse glowed brighter, answering — as though brother and sister spoke a silent language older than words. Lawrence sat behind me, wrapping one great bear cloak around my shoulders, his fingers massaging slow, steady strength into the nape of my neck, grounding me. “You are not walking this path alone,” his touch whispered. “Here,” I breathed at last, my fingers resting upon a sheet of dragon‑hide inscribed with faded sea‑runes. I read the lines aloud:

My sister, Megan Tate, suffers from a bizarre illness. Whenever she sees me, she convulses, vomits and sometimes even brings up blood. From then on, I become the invisible person in the house. I'm forbidden to appear anywhere Megan can see me. At first, my parents and my childhood friend, Kendrick Brown, still feel sorry for me, but as Megan's smiles grow more frequent, they gradually forget I exist. On the day I turn 18 years old, I sneak into the dining room while Megan is taking a nap in her room. Seeing a table full of delicious food and a huge cake, I happily run into my mom, Ellie Baker's, arms. "Mom, I know you guys still love me and won't forget about my birthday." The moment I

Anthony was coming at him again when he quickly got back on his feet and caught Anthony on the neck, repeatedly stabbing his stomach with his claws and laughing. “Time to say bye-bye.” His eyes turned red, his grip hardening as he aimed at crushing Anthony's neck. He sniffed in deeply with his eyes shut… another creature was in the hall. The creature was invisible, scentless and soundless. A sly smile crossed Alfred's face. Srymium zoomed forward to slice Alfred's throat in his invisible form but was caught on the neck by Alfred. “I saw you, invisible boy.” He smiled at a struggling Srymium.

Everyone could see that the infamous and mighty Damon Coldwell Sr was afraid,getting nervous as he listened to whatever the person on the other line was saying, and it made them wonder what was going on . “That doesn’t make any sense,” he muttered, his usually cold voice now sounding more in disbelief and scared. “How can all the investors pull their funds out at the same time?” His hand began to tremble, and he wiped his brow, which was now slick with sweat. “This has to be a mistake. It has to be.”

I imagined the orb as a small, delicate package, tied with multiple taut strings that protected its contents from being revealed. I whispered an unlocking incantation, trying to tug at the invisible strings within the orb. I felt my magic tugging at the strings, but they refused to budge. I tried again, chanting the incantation with more intent. I sensed the energy within the orb vibrating in response to my magic, but the strings still held fast.

Someone had even brought a karaoke machine, which Marla eyed with suspicion. “You singing today?” River teased as they helped set up folding chairs. Marla scowled. “Only if the world ends.” But an hour later, after two teenagers performed a spoken-word duet about reclaiming girlhood, and a man read a letter to his ten-year-old self, Marla surprised everyone. She walked to the mic with a single page in her hand. Skye froze, heart pounding. Marla unfolded the page. Her voice was quiet, but strong. “Once, I was invisible.

"Forget that painful story." Invisible waves shimmered around his outstretched hand. Then came his final command. The words felt unusually heavy as they left his lips. "And..." "Forget me." ***

One page at a time. One person at a time. One still, deep, patient day at a time. Until the water found its level. And the room became real. And the invisible all the invisible became seen. THE SILENT LUNA End of Volume One

Alice shouted but then another one dropped dead again Alice stood up to see people running alre-ady,,she gr@bb£d Kingston’s hand “Kingston,,what’s going on?” She asked in fear Kingston looked around “They are invisible” He said “Who are they? The ones killing them?” Alice asked and Kingston nodded “Can you let me see them too? plea-se” Alice asked Kingston gr@bb£d her at once and k!$$£d her de-eply,,,he re-leased her after some seconds

He sticks his hatchet pommel-first under his belt, clicks the flashlight on and reads the strange words silently, realizing that after this, there’s no return. Without looking behind him he reads the words printed on the sheet. Harsh consonants rasp against his teeth, twisting his tongue in unnatural ways. His voice, low and guttural, gurgles and croaks and echoes as he comes to the end of the strange invocation. He looks up, shines his flashlight on the door . . . Nothing. And then . . . Rock shifts against rock, and what sounds like a great wind—though not a breath touches him—moans down the stairs. The rock-on-rock sound swells, then fades. The whispers fall silent.