The Invisible String Read Aloud 소설 & 이야기

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.

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

" Prince Xander muttered. "Twelve steps to the wall on the right, put your right hand on the wall." Prince Xander was taken aback when the voice of the invisible man from earlier was heard again. He walked slowly following the directions given by the voice he had just heard. After reaching the wall to the right, he put his right hand down. Suddenly, the wall moved and it sounded like the sound of a door opening. Prince Xander was surprised when he saw the wall open. Instantly, he heard a sound like the sound of a gurgling river. Prince Xander stepped in through the door. He couldn't believe what he saw. In front of him was a small river. The river is very clear. On the bank of the river ther

Chapter Ninety-Nine Violet's POV The tether's laughter echoes in the stillness, a sound so cold it sends a chill crawling up my spine. “You want answers now, do you? Brave little Violet, coming out here all alone, searching for truths you barely understand.” My breath hitches as the unseen force holding me still grows stronger, pressing down on me like invisible chains. I fight against it, my muscles straining with the effort, but my body refuses to move. “Let me go,” I manage, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound unafraid. “Tell me what you know. What am I attached to? What is my destiny?”

She explained herself to the invisible figure, which kept on rushing past her in a dash, and even before she could look at his face, it turned invisible and smacked her. "Kelvin!" She yelled because she knew that was the only person who would come to her aid. "Kelvin!" She yelled much louder than before, and she screamed when the invisible person started to strangle her. "Ple..please." She begged, gasping for breath. Her world came to a halt as she watched it begin to glitter in front of her. They shimmered, and after a few twinkles, they became dim, as if to tell her that the world she was about to enter was dark.

Not yet. It draws me, though, like a thread unspooling from a careful weave. I can't resist its pull. I pretend to look over my work, my eyes moving over the pages, but the letters blur, blend into each other, meaningless scratches against the whisper of his voice. Another sentence, another lost fragment, dancing at the edge of my perception. What could be so important that he's speaking with such caution? What could be so delicate that he's become invisible to all but me?

Just a tiny square box wrapped in parchment paper and tied with cream string. Inside was a necklace. A delicate chain of silver with a tiny engraved charm that read: Still I Rise. My heart stilled. I looked around. No one was there. No camera I could see. No obvious trail. But I knew. Another quiet message. Another invisible hand. He hadn’t vanished. Not really. And somehow, that knowledge settled something in my bones. I walked home slower that night. Not because I was afraid. But because I wanted to feel the air again. To remember that the world wasn’t only made of dark corners and bad memories.

But the second I did, it breathed. The book didn’t open. It unfolded. The cover split open in silence, pages spilling like silk, the air humming as the magic within adjusted to me. Not the other way around. I froze. There was no resistance. No permission asked. Just acceptance. Like the book had been waiting. The ink inside shifted before my eyes, words scrawling themselves across the first page in ink that shimmered between black and violet: To the One Who Was Hidden. To the One the Stars Remember.

“Scream and I’ll—” The door burst open. “Step away from her!” the guard barked, sword drawn. I turned my head slowly, seething. “You dare interrupt me?” “Step away from her!” he said again, drawing closer. “I’ll kill you.” The guard didn’t hesitate. He charged. I didn’t even think. I raised my hand and muttered the words under my breath. The air rippled. The sword froze mid-air. The guard’s eyes widened in horror as an invisible force slammed him back into the wall. He crashed to the ground, motionless.

I could tell it was something dubious but it won't be as terrible as this. “What.” I arched my brows, frowning my lips. “Be my sneaky link.” Just as I was about to react, the door clicked open. “Rielle baby?” Frank called.