Romans & histoires Our Red String

Damn! "That subordinates planted it's dark mana to every human to turned them into monsters. So if you want to save the world, destroy the core and win the battle against that evil." The voice once again said but we remains quiet. There's only one thought that currently ringing in my head. The Redo, is the black mana that planted by that evil subordinates. It means, there's a way to remove it from us?

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

The older members were best able to stay in control and tried to calm the younger ones. "Alpha Harry! Save Alpha Harry! Moon Goddess, protect our Alpha!" were the words that rang out across the territory of the Red Moon pack. The pack's bond exacerbated the distress they all felt. Communications through the Red Moon telepathic link had become completely chaotic. The wolves' cries and howls mingled with the cries for help from their human parts.

Abandon my duties to babysit a mere human… never! “No.” I grit out. A monotone voice drawls out, “it wasn't a request.” ••• Red. I see red. It's in the tendrils of unruly mane which cascade down her back in waves. It's in the rouge blooming on her neck and gradually extending upwards to tint her tear stricken cheeks, in the flush warming the delicate contours of her supple lips.

But just as I stood up, something caught my eye—something that didn’t belong. Carlos had set his phone down on the table earlier, casually, like it was nothing. But now, as the light from the bar hit it, I noticed a crack on the side of the screen, and something inside me froze. It was a deep crack, jagged, cutting across the case and screen protector. And hanging from the back of it, barely noticeable but enough to stop me dead in my tracks, was a small piece of string—red, thin, frayed at the edges. It was the same string that Sarah had on the bracelet she always wore. The one I’d seen her put on. My heart stopped for a beat, and my throat went dry.

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.

“I see something in the future about you my dear. Him. Your lover is destined to leave you and be with someone else.” The woman kept on saying the same thing about Adam walking away from their relationship and love to be with another. Anastasia didn't want to believe in her nonsense but deep down her heart felt quite unsettled. “You two are made for each other my child but someone else will want to get in-between. It's your duty to keep your lover close to you. To tie him up tightly in your destiny. Here, this is a red string.” Anastasia's eyes dawned down on the small red yarn that the woman took from her box of items. “In ancient Japan traditions and beliefs, when a red string is woven and

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.

"But, there are two more little items, so-" Reaching for the other items on the floor, a beautiful, knitted red scarf woven to perfection, even with a few loose strings and chafing, was being gently wrapped around Erin's long neck, warming him to the core. "I actually knitted it myself. I remember you talking to me about the old Chinese myth, you know, the red string, one. I heard that scarves can, um," Uriel laughed bashfully, and continued, "they're part of that myth, and I figured it would be good for this autumn," he nervously rambled, adjusting the scarf, "you know, to keep you warm, and all." Uriel looked away. "Also, I, uh, I got you some clothes, so we can go out tonight. And no, you

It was a yellow drawstring bag with a charm in it and a red string bracelet. “Zephyr, look!” Cordelia acted like she had discovered a new continent. “This bracelet… Why is it exactly the same as ours?”