Legend Of The Red Thread Novels & Stories

Katherine thought back to the tales Eleanor would tell her about the never ended conflict between the ice realm and realm of fire. "Getting to all the other realms is relatively difficult except for one," Lucian then picked up two of the stones and put them side by side. "Except for the water realm and earth. Llewellyn and I were travelling the seas about two hundred years ago when a storm started to brew."

Then the battlefield crumbled into ash, and I was falling again. I woke on the cavern floor, shivering. My body slick with sweat, my hands trembling like I’d just fought for my life. Elyra stood above me, arms crossed, calm as ever. “You saw it,” she said. I pushed myself up. “I saw… too much.” She nodded. “That’s what the Threadstream does. It doesn’t show truth. It shows possibility.” “I destroyed everything.” “You might. But not because you’re evil, Thorold. Because you’re unbalanced. Untethered.”

Some became silent, their eyes going blank as they saw things only they could see. When Vaughn attempted to draw one of them back, the wolf's body stiffened. Silver light crawled across his skin, then exploded like broken glass. "Return!" I gave a shout. Grabbing Vaughn, Rowan pulled him away. The ground exploded as soon as their boots passed the inner line. Blue, not red, flames surged upward in a spiral. Beside me, Silas emerged with a steady, low voice. "The Thread is bleeding." “So stop it!” His expression was impenetrable as he gazed at me. "I have no right to quit. She alone has that right."

*"The Crown is not for mortal hands." Kelly stepped forward, Nyxara's shadows curling at her fingertips. "We're not here to steal. We're here to *bargain*." --- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The fen was a battlefield of teeth and treachery. Selene's wolves clashed with Rhydian, their eyes hollowed by the Threader's influence. Eden grappled with the seed, his veins alight as he fought to contain its pull. The Threader itself wove through the chaos, needle-fingers stitching the air into portals, its kin spilling forth.

Whispering about the red thread mystery started to be audible among the humans throughout the main hall. “It was obvious that the red thread was circling around their bodies.” “I saw it as well... But now, where’s the red thread?” “Did it really disappear? Where did it go?” “Perhaps Evania and her husband are really destined to be together, so that the red thread just disappeared like that, and will also secretly protect their love relationship as well as togetherness.” “I think so... Quite incredible and unbelievable, but I do believe that there are many aspects in this world which can’t be literally and scientifically explained...”

And for the red thread, Morgana continued, "The red thread is an important part of a ritual used to locate a vampire. It is used to create a circle of protection and to bind the vampire to the caster. The caster will typically burn the end of the thread and hold the remaining length in their hand. As the caster speaks the words of the spell, the thread will begin to move and lead them to their target. Once the vampire is located, the thread is used as an anchor to contain them" Soon all these was brought and she started the spell, "*tic kat su pató*".

It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind. The woman was in awe. She then glanced at the animals that surrounded her. In an instant, her jaw dropped, witnessing the unusual features of every animal. One had four eyes, while others had flowers growing from their antlers. The critters on the woman’s lap moved, softly bumping their scarlet nose against her. Their gem-like eyes widened as their irises dilated in excitement. The woman responded to them, carefully caressing their faces. As she bowed down to meet the critters’ gaze, strands of her hair got loose from the back of her ear. Promptly, the waves bounced. Revealing its bright red hue.

Everything he is stands on you being alone at the end. So don't be. There was more. There was a part I read three times. One last thing... and this is the part the old woman made me swear to set down, though I don't fully follow it. She said: the thread runs both ways. He keeps a thread on you. It's how he finds you, life after life... the leftover of a bond he broke and never let go of. He believes it's his. He believes he's the one holding it.

“Not really.” “Then listen closely,” she said, laying her hand on the stone. “It happens once every few centuries. When the sun, moon, and Earth align just right, turning the full moon blood red. Wolves don’t celebrate it.” “Why not?” “Because it binds fate. Irrevocably.” I leaned forward. “How?” She looked me dead in the eye. “The Alpha’s sons were born under one.” My blood turned cold. She went on. “The Seer at the time collapsed mid-ritual. When the Seer woke, she said only one thing: "Three lives, one thread." Untouched, they remain safe. But if one thread is pulled, the rest unravel.”

"In that case, release the threads." Jaud simply smiled at Frank. "Come now, Mr. Lawrence. As a fellow mentor of martial arts, don't tell me you can't undo these threads?" Frank's eyes turned cool. "I warned you." He unleashed his vigor right then, leaving Yara horrified when she felt the blazing burst of pure energy behind her! Jaud pushed as well, his vigor colliding endlessly against Frank's on the threads! It was only then that Yara saw the crimson flash on the pure-white threads as vigor struck vigor on the threads as thin as hair.