Lovely Threading Novels & Stories

“Wear it.” The seer reached back into her bag and pulled out a spool of red thread. “This thread was woven under a full moon,” she said. “Red binds life. It anchors the soul to the body.” She wrapped the thread carefully around the piece of wood, knotting it slowly and whispering words too old to understand. Then she opened a small vial. Clear liquid shimmered inside it. It was glowing faintly silver. “This is purified spring essence,” she said. “It washes away lingering corruption.”

And at the heart of it all stood the Loom of the First Breath. ​It was a structure of terrifying beauty. A central spindle of pure, unblemished diamond spun at the center of a hurricane of silver threads. These threads were not static; they were moving in a complex, rhythmic dance, weaving themselves into patterns that represented the mountains of the North, the salt flats of the South, and the iron veins of the West. But as I drew closer, I saw the rot.

Thanatos will have his head if he knew this happened again but he couldn't stop. The last time he tasted one of the woman they kidnapped was a month ago. He's itching for a release. Thanatos Lionheart is the boss of the rogue organization that delivers women to vampires and provides services to werewolves who wants their Alphas dead. You don't want to cross path with him. Brody hurriedly left the cave.

She grumbled and I made a slight turn to check on what she's doing. She was suddenly interested in the outlines of our pillow design, if that's not a hint that she hid those studs I don't know what is. " This girl. Jenny bring the dangling ones" Claudette grumbled and Louisa jumped up from the bed with a victorious yes. No one ever wins with her. Claudette sprayed my hair a few times and when she was releasing the rolls she made the hair came out with waves at the tip. Remind me to ask her later on if she's a fashion designer.

she reminded me once again, and ended the call. I skimmed my fingers over my bare neck and frowned. I didn't have a necklace. Although I suspected I wouldn't need one, given that it the absence of one would probably go unnoticed. "Hold on," Justin said quietly. "I have something." He left hastily, only to return a few minutes later with a velvet box in his hand, something that looked like it carried jewelry. It was probably one of Aria's necklaces that she left behind. He handed the box to me, and I opened it carefully. I wasn't into jewelry, but this necklace was beautiful. It was simple, with only a single clear gem embedded in an intricately bordered charm. It looked like an old design, b

Throes of Love 2 Chanel dropped the last of her bag in the doorway of her home. The house she grew up in with her parents to be more precise. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been here. She was thinking she would have a lot of cleaning up to do, but it was like Octavio already took care of it for her. The house was spotless and shiny as if someone presently lived there. She took Joshua upstairs in his baby seat. She would sort out her things later.

"Why don't we check, then?" He leaned over and removed the hood cap gently, letting it fall on my back. He then moved my hair away, and let it fall over one shoulder. "What are you checking?" I asked a little nervously. "I am checking if everything suits you," he laughed, then I felt a cold metal touch my neck lightly. I looked down just as he put the necklace and hooked it. I looked down at it, and ran my fingers lightly over the cold pendant. It was a beautiful heart with an arrow passing through.

Three women are on a lifted platform at the far end of the building. One is creating impossibly thin threads between her fingers made from puffy tufts of golden wool from a distaff onto a large spindle. She has pale blonde hair pulled into a braid with thin around her face and soft blue eyes hold a bottomless ancient wisdom. There is a red silk ribbon intertwined in her hair. Her simple white dress has a red braided rope at the waist. It looks like she’s humming while she works with a slight smile. She must be Clotho.

SUSAN Susan's phone wouldn't stop buzzing after Bode posted her pictures from Linda's birthday at the club the other night. In fact, that is her most-liked post on the gram and she still can't get over the fact that people would rather admire half-naked girls than fully clothed ones. She is bewildered as she reads comments upon comments from people who she assumed to be ghost followers and even some of her friends who only remember she exists whenever she posts a cute picture. She scoffs and laughs as she reads Bode's caption to her picture again "this guy is a fool!" Her phone buzzed again, this time it was Henry liking all her club pictures and adding possessive comments on each "Mine" "My

In fact, it didn't feel like anything at all—it was a total absence of thermal conductivity. "It’s dead thread," Silas murmured, poking a strand with the tip of his wooden needle. The wood didn't catch; the thread simply slid off the point as if it were oiled. "You can't form a knot with this, Luna. There’s no friction. If you try to cast on a row, the stitches will just slide right off the needle before you can purl the return."