Our Red String Novels & Stories

Ozzy started, scrambling to cover himself. Red didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. He leaned against the doorframe with a smirk like sin itself and said dryly, “You know, if you’re gonna romance yourself, at least light a candle. Maybe put on some music.” Ozzy’s face turned three shades of red, sputtering. Red tilted his head. “Or is this how you treat all the girls? Bit of whiskey, a locked door, and you finishing the conversation alone?” “I—fuck off, Red.”

“My dear assistant, I must apologize for my sudden disappearance. It seems that the last case that I’ve worked on has come to bite me on the ass. You need to hide too. I can’t say much except don’t look for me. Love, Dale.” After reading the note, Red turns it around. Wait, that’s it? Feeling absolutely nothing, except slight revulsion, Red taps the top inside of the safe. She removes the cover to reveal a small safe spot. She couldn’t see it as easily as the main safe but she could feel around it. Did that ass leave something? Aha! Pulling out the only thing she could touch in the hidden safe spot, Red takes out a ring made out of some purple metal. It was topped with a beautiful sapphire t

Except, that he wasn't. He had hope. One of his prisoners had a red string. The string had revealed itself right at the moment Death had raised his scythe. The Red string was the strongest connection anyone could ever have with the Mortal Realm, which meant that he could, when the opportunity would come, send the prisoner there to fetch his Bride for him. Maybe it was a good thing that this war had happened after all, or else, Death would have taken the little mortal, and this chance that he now has would have been gone forever.

he explained, unapologetic for his actions. Orlando's face flushed red with anger, his rage reaching its boiling point. "I'll fucking end you... You double-edged bitch!!!" he spat, his words dripping with venom. Suddenly, his ears caught a peculiar sound, causing him to pause. "What's that sound?" he inquired, momentarily distracted.

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!

“Good! Because in this gala, only fate can choose who you spend your evening with, not you. So let fate choose!” The red scarf hovered right towards the ceiling of the hall and burst into red strings. The red strings rained upon us, tying around our little fingers. “Look for the one on the other end of your red string of fate. Come on! Go on! Meet your dates for the night!” Illumi said excitedly. People started moving around. No red string entangled with the other. Only the two people tied at the ends of a string could touch that string. An empty icy feeling churned in my stomach as I held my string.

William in the mall. “Iris… Iris!” My thoughts broke. I looked up at Evander. “Where are you lost, Iris?” he asked, his eyes softening. “I know tomorrow is very important for you… but I know you’re going to win.” He said it with an encouraging smile. I forced one back. I knew this would not be easy. Tomorrow would be a big day for everyone. “I got something for you,” Evander said, pulling out a red string. “They say it will protect you, and I only remembered you when I saw this because you’re always the one walking into danger.”

He will make it work for them. Eric walked out of the house and out of the forcefield. He closed it up quickly as he walked away. IN THE PALACE “The red strings is broken, and Chaos is coming,” said William. “Red strings?” asked Eric. “In ancient times red strings are marriage between two fated ones. These fated ones are created by heaven’s will. They will both stop Chaos when it comes clashing into earth. However, because the red strings were undone, Chaos is coming faster than we expected.”

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.

Kay remembered, Thea had something she adored. A stone bracelet. She said it was memories from someone. Thea just said it was a gift from a very important person. Kay had wanted Thea to have something of him for a long time too. It was just that Kay didn't know what to give her, and yesterday, as he was staring down Flame Street, Kay's eyes caught this red-brown color. The ring on Kay's hand gleamed in the candlelight, reminding her of Thea's gaze.