Chinese Red Thread Novels & Stories

And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string. Beautiful... ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

"Don't look down!" Elion stepped onto the bridge. It swayed violently. "Cale," Elion said. "It feels loose." Cale stepped on behind him. He froze. He looked at the ropes. To Elion, they looked like hemp and nylon. To Cale, they were glowing. But it wasn't the usual black glow of a Death Thread. It was something else. A chaotic, jagged red line mixed with the black. Human interference, Cale realized. Amplified by Fate.

It was something foreign that was poisoning him from within. "Look for his mate bond..." I asked Iris, and she dug into him, taking me along, and then I saw the different threads. There was a faint thread of family, but he had none whom he considered family. I placed my hand on it, and I felt it, the pain and the abandonment, yet there was someone there... he still had family alive. "Focus..." Iris said, and I nodded. "There..." I pointed at a bright white thread. "No, it can´t be... the mate bond is usually red. If blessed looks like a glowing beating heart in a thread..." she mumbled, and I smirked.

The most important was, they were afraid of fire! The red-haired man clumsily typed two words, replying, "Liang City." "I hate it," he muttered, but he still put his phone away. The woman continuously took action, but she could only stop the bloody thread. She couldn't erase it. She was a bit shocked. It couldn't be killed and was extremely difficult to deal with. "Let me deal with it." The red-haired man grinned. After he raised his hand, a red flame burst out, fell on the bloody thread, and ignited it. With a sizzling sound, it turned into blood steam and dissipated in the air, accompanied by a scream.

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

I stared at it for a while but I couldn't see what was written on the necklace at least but couldn't with my naked eyes "Mom should have a magnifier somewhere" I said as I stood up from the bed and opened my mom's drawer. I checked through her things for a magnifier and I found one lying down at the left hand side of the drawer. "I knew you'd have one" I said as I picked up the magnifier and dust it off. I placed it close to the woman and I read out what was written on the necklace C-O Co H-E-N "Cohen" I pronounced the words at once uh-huh

The red-haired man followed suit. A Tai Chi diagram appeared in the sky above the Timaeus Sect at that moment. A beam of golden light shone down on Xachary from the slowly rotating Tai Chi diagram. Millions of destiny threads extended out of Xacharyʼs body. They were each connected to an energy ball on the other end. Those energy balls were related to Xacharyʼs past, current, and future. The pair of elderly cultivators shot toward the destiny threads and started cutting some of them off selectively to save Xachary.

Like they'd always been there. "I noticed," Zoya said. Her voice came out wrong. Not sharp. Not composed. Caught. She shifted, trying to pull away. His grip tightened — just a fraction. Not enough to trap her. Enough to stop her. Enough to say wait. "You're still holding my shirt," he murmured. His gaze dropped — briefly — to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. Heat climbed up her neck. "I'm checking the thread count," Zoya snapped, reflex arriving late. "It's lower than I expected. Very disappointing, Raiyan."

But Alexander saw it, and Caleb saw it too. The third cloaked figure raised both hands. Red threads hung from its sleeves like thin snakes. The air changed at once, growing heavy and bitter with the smell of old herbs. Caleb’s guards stepped forward, but the red threads lifted from the figure’s sleeves and floated in the air. Alexander’s skin crawled. Caleb grabbed his arm. “Stay behind me.” The threads moved faster. They did not fly toward Caleb. They flew toward Alexander. Alexander tried to step back, but the Crown Mark flared painfully, and his body locked. One red thread wrapped around his wrist. Another brushed his throat. The touch was cold, almost soft, but the moment it touched his

Sasha stepped out of Mathew's car in her red Bardot shoulder-to-floor gown. The dry cleaner really gave life to the dress. She walked up through the grand entrance after showing her invitation card to the big-bodied security men at the entrance of the luxurious wedding venue. She had instantly felt her stomach run cold with nervousness, she was not used to large gatherings of this sort not to talk about a gathering of high-class citizens.