Our Red String Novels & Stories

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.

Rigorously. His hand went behind him, maybe to get more comfortable or something. So I thought. Suddenly, he pulled out a red G-string, waved it over my head, my eyes followed everywhere it went. He lowered it before me, and waved it across my face, consistently. Nonstop. My vision wasn't that clear enough, but I could still see him and his actions. Alpha Grey!

Red walks in, his hair disheveled, his face set in a deep frown. “My phone died, and I didn’t know what flavor you wanted,” Red said from the doorway. He wasn’t facing us just yet, he didn’t see the box that was on the countertop. I did see the chips he was holding. It was Todas alright, different flavored ones. None of which I liked. After hanging his coat by the door, he turned around, “I just bought everything so-” Red looked like he walked for miles. There was even a ring of sweat on the collar of his shirt.

“In fact, you’re exciting me with each passing second, especially when you’re dressed in red.” Ruby gasped as my hand slid along her thigh, feeling the heat seep through the smooth nylon tights that she wore with the woolen red dress. Even with the cute reindeer pattern across her chest, she still looked good enough to devour for supper. She giggled, attempting to move my hand back to a safer distance. “Caleb, we can’t.” She glanced around anxiously. “What if the stewardess comes back to check on us?” I exhaled through my nose with a disappointed groan. “She won’t,” I assured, even though there was every chance that she might.

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 stood still as she came up to me. "I planned to make up for everything. Shall we?" She said as unbuttoned the next button of her shirt. Her sexy red bra was visible. She had untucked her shirt from her pants. She touched my lips with her hand and licked her sexy fingers with long nails painted in red. She said, "Ah! Lunch is tasty." She smirked and it was enough to turn me on.

*Keep it controlled. But my pulse was already climbing before we'd even touched gloves, a low, restless hum under my skin that had nothing to do with adrenaline, and underneath it, quieter, something that felt almost like dread. My ears caught the drip of a leaking pipe somewhere behind the lockers, the buzz of the overhead lights, someone's phone vibrating three rows of benches away. All of it too loud, too sharp, crowding in at once the way it had the last time, right before everything in me had gone wrong.

I scoffed quietly. The same words, the same actions, the same expression. Blood poured from below her belly, staining the seat of my Ferrari. "Madeline! Please hold on, it's a red light!" Madeline clutched her belly, her voice rising in a sharp, piercing tone. "Matt, are you trying to kill me? You've got to run the red light! I can't take it anymore!" I twirled my finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. "Madeline, running the red light is illegal and I'll get a fine. We should be good citizens, right?"