Our Red String Novels & Stories

I opened them and saw the colors in the room. “That is your power,” Ode said. “You must pull it into you. Think of it like strings you can draw inward. Wrap them inside until you no longer see them and only feel.” This was harder than I expected. It took an hour before I managed to rope them in. The word “string” didn’t work in my head, but rope did. “Can you see the colors?” I asked before I had gathered the last ones. “Yes, but they are almost gone from my sight. Do you feel them?”

As disturbing as the idea of Stringmaster trying to kill her that night was, it was at least better than this—the uncertainty, the lack of explanation for what had really happened. On a more positive note, it could be a weakness. If Arah and Gildeon could figure out how to exploit it—how to push Stringmaster into losing control of their puppets—it might just give them the edge they needed to bring down the cloaked witch. Arah could sense that Stringmaster was somehow rattled. Glancing down at their clasped hands, she noticed the crisscross of red strings cutting deep into their skin. The sight made her wince, unable to imagine the pain.

I go straight into my explanation before he gets a chance to be confused. “It’s the exact same red as the threads I see. I had it spelled so it should repel dirt and water. It should be pretty much unbreakable to any reasonable amount of force, and it should grow or shrink to adapt to whatever form you happen to be in. There’s also a safekeeping spell. It shouldn’t fall off or come off unless you intentionally remove it…” Bellamy is staring at me wide eyed and not saying anything. I keep babbling awkwardly, filling the silence.

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

ALICE Different colors of strings came out from the red book, swirling, tangling, forming a loop around me. As if it wants to tie me around its knotted threads. “What is this?” Black white and red burst out like fireworks. I’ve never seen strings this much without people. Thrice when I was in crowds, I saw many. But most are black. None are white. Some have red. In their pinky, in their hearts. Black strings ruled over hearts. Humans are full of hatred. They can lie straight in their faces, in their smiles, but they can never lie through the string.

Jared subtly held his breath, and his voice was tense when he spoke. "This is yours, Mr. Hover?" The ribbon was clearly a piece from a woman's clothing. "Yes, it's mine," replied Samuel with emphasis. He had a dark look in his eyes, and his hand was still extended toward Jared, waiting for him to return the ribbon. The movement felt incredibly aggressive and oppressive. Jared took a deep breath. He couldn't explain why he was acting the way he was, but he just didn't want to hand the ribbon over.

He’s as gorgeous as ever with his midnight black hair tousled perfectly in place and cold silver-gray eyes assessing the crowd. I realize I haven’t seen him last since the date under the midnight sky. I feel nostalgic seeing him now and something tugs at my heart tightly and there’s like a ball stuck in my throat. He holds some sort of red string in his hands with one end tied to his right wrist while looking around the crowd like he’s searching for something or someone. “The Alpha prince is meant to select his partner by tying the other end of the red string around their wrist. Right now, he’s probably searching the crowd for Elena.” Lucas fills me in.

Magnus and Saint are both looking at the clouds, counting how many seconds this travel will take. A few minutes had passed and the Reds made a stop over at ENVO. Light was waiting for them in the lobby. “Light. What exactly happened here?” Raze asked, still catching his breath. “A decrease of trees was reported earlier. What makes them weird is that they could not find any trace of illegal logging or burning. It’s like they were plucked from the ground effortlessly,” Light replied effortlessly. He also showed them a picture of how spacious Red Woods’ entrance looks like.

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.

And Marie hopped on the bus. The ride went on for hours, but it still wasn’t long enough. On the final leg of the journey, she found herself glancing longingly at the countryside, at the other passengers, at anything that she could think about wistfully. She did not want to be where she was going to be. She didn’t want to see the original monster. Marie carried a tiny scrap of red hoodie that the police said she could have. It was cut out of the original and hemmed neatly around the edges. No fraying. No sawing of blood and bone and fabric and darling little girls.