The Invisible String Read Aloud Novels & Stories

I could feel their weight, heavy and calculating, as though he could see through the grain of wood, through the layers of night, and find me there, curled and invisible. A moment hung suspended—fragile, precarious. The silence roared louder than any cry. Then, a twitch of fabric, a breath drawn sharp, and the presence lingered—so close, so unbearably close that the space itself seemed to hold its breath. Before the inevitable could shatter the fragile balance, a voice— Ingrid voice clear, defiant—cut through the tension like lightning. “Oh, for gods’ sake, don’t touch me! Do you know how much this coat costs?”

Not yet. We landed on a rocky outcropping, and the sudden stillness was eerie. Magnus released me, his eyes watching intently for my reaction. I could feel the magic, the tether stretching and pulling, an invisible leash that beckoned me, reminding me that I had gone too far. It was a warning tug that I was going to ignore. The first signs of my invisible handcuff showing resistance.

I shake my head quickly. “No not at all. I see literally nothing other than the little girl, it is like she is sitting in blackness. I can see her be moved around by others but it’s like they’re invisible, I can’t hear anything either, it’s very frustrating.” I admit. Amber considers the information I’ve provided carefully before she speaks again.

"Strip" A shiver ran down my spine when I heard the word that I was dreading. I was waiting for my hands to get free from the handcuffs and finally, when they were free the voice paralyzed me to my place because it sounded too familiar. Every fiber of my being was urging me to escape from this nightmare but I found myself bound to my place with invisible ropes. "Didn't you hear what I said?" The voice pierced through the air as he again spoke in his thick and authoritative voice which flinched me at my place, breaking the chain of my thoughts.

“People notice that.” I looked away, suddenly shy, brushing sand off my knee. But Eliza didn’t tease me for it. Instead, her voice grew soft. “When I was thirteen, I tried to disappear.” Silence settled like a veil. Alan shifted closer, his arm brushing hers gently. “I was invisible at home. So I stopped eating. Stopped talking. I thought, if I could make myself small enough, they wouldn’t miss me when I was gone.” She said it like she was reading from an old journal. As if it belonged to someone else.

I asked, my voice tight. ​"You’re checking the ley lines," Leo said, stepping up to my other side. "Your fingers are twitching. You’re looking for a pulse that isn't there." ​"Because there is a pulse," I countered, stopping near the fountain. ​The North Quad was filled with students. Some were studying, some were tossing a frisbee, but a group of five sat perfectly still on the edge of the fountain. They were the "Invisibles"—the ones the Gene hadn't claimed. Usually, the Invisibles were loud, chaotic, and vibrant. These five were different. They sat in a perfect pentagon, their hands resting on their knees, their gazes fixed on the mountain range where the Black Mountain used to pierce the

Daisy said opening her laptop and typed in some things then played a video "Celine, one of the new girls recruited earlier this year, came to me to ask how to disconnect an invisible chain, I explained to her and despite knowing it cannot be disconnected but can be escaped by using a tiny remote made for each invisible chain, she rushed out without waiting for me to tell her the effect of the shock made by the chain" She shrugged showing us the video I could sense the girl was very nervous seeing how she was doing, she was eager and rushing as if she wanted to rush to save someone at the moment

With a deep breath, I shifted their attention to the next riddle, trying to ignore the lingering sense of isolation and fear that still clung to me. "Ok. Leave it. We are still yet to discover our second riddle," I said, my voice steady but my heart still pounding with confusion and frustration. I knew that it was pointless to try and make them understand my point of view, but I couldn't help feeling like something was deeply wrong. As my friends rallied around the next riddle, trying to decipher its cryptic clues, I found myself lost in thought. Why had I become invisible? How had it happened? Was it some kind of strange glitch in the matrix, a freak occurrence of reality bending in on itse

Did he know I was here? "rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" A strange rattling noise made me stop walking. I straightened my back and opened my ears for any sound. I am as silent as the night. I have no smell. I am invisible. I willed the mantra in my head. I would not be found. "RRRRRRRRRRRR" The horrible sound was louder this time. And it didn't sound like one, it sounded like multiple sources were producing the sound. I stepped closer to a big tree, deadly silent.

No one listened. Two wolves crashed into each other, scattering mittens across the floor. Someone dropped a bag full of granola bars. The spark chased them, thinking they were alive. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Please stop packing things. No one is going. We are not launching a rescue mission. We are not sending a pack through the High Realm.” They all paused. And then continued packing with even more enthusiasm. I groaned. “No one hears me. No one listens. I am invisible in this room.”