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.

My head felt heavy with the pain, and my eyes watered in the process. It felt like something had left me, and I'm not fully recovered to who I used to be before everything. I'm still imagining what that meant when I heard hurried footsteps approaching, each one greater and closer than the other, making my heartbeat increase drastically. I tried to pull off the chains binding my arms and legs, but I could barely move a muscle. “Keira… can we turn invisible?” I asked, my voice shaken. There was a brief pause before she finally responded, “I doubt we can. These chains are coated with raw, concentrated silver and something else I can't yet place. But if we attempt to do anything funny, the silve

Aurora’s figure was beyond the void, hazy and too far away. “Fuck,” I heard Zephyr curse, his voice in a barely contained growl. Just like me, he must have been feeling the strain. Something tugged at my chest, so insistently that I looked down, only to see– Red. A red string, and the stench of blood. I opened my mouth but heard Elder Miriam’s voice. “No one speaks! Be silent!” It was a warning. I grit my teeth and swallowed my words. My vision went a little dark at the edges, and I felt the urge to cough, to run, to do anything but stay there.

“What the hell did he mean, you’re stuck with him? Sis, you’re not stuck. You can leave his ass anytime.” Fatima eased her down into a chair and handed her a bottle of water. “‘I’m the only one who can make an honest woman out of you,’” Madelyn mocked, rolling her eyes. “When the fuck did he do that?” Yes, Madelyn cursed. A lot. “Please calm down,” Fatima said softly, sitting across from her. “I am calm.” Madelyn took a sip. “I just don’t understand. Does he always talk to you like that? Is that why you’ve been in an invisible marriage all this time?”

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. Nothing. I couldn't see my reflection. I was invisible. I grab my phone and keys- grateful they turned invisible with me and ran out the door. Evan's car was just pulling out of the parking garage when I reached the street. I flagged down a cab, my invisible hand somehow still able to open the door. "Follow that black Mercedes," I told the driver. He looked around, confused. "Who said that?" Shit. He couldn't see me but he could hear me.

Maliban sa hampas ng alon sa dalampasigan at mangilan-ngilang huni ng mga ibon ay wala na akong ibang naririnig. I bit my lower lip before hesitantly twisting the door knob open. But of course, matapos ko syempreng pasadahan ng suklay ang magulo kong buhok at kapain ang bagong gising kong mukha. Halos hindi ako humihinga habang sinisilip ang tahimik at maliit na pasilyo. Niluwangan ko ang pagkakabukas ng pinto upang mas mainam na masilip ang lugar.

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

“Riley. If you do this, I might lose you. I might not be able to find my way back to your soul.” I leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. For a moment—just one—I let myself breathe him in. No magic. No destiny. Just a man who had loved me poorly and a woman who was about to burn the world down to save her friend. “You already lost me,” I whispered, “the moment the Ledger decided I was legible. Now, let's see if they can read me when I'm invisible.” Behind us, the tunnel screamed as something tore its way into existence—thousands of pages turning at once, ink bleeding through the stone.

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