Our Red String Novels & Stories

Inessa gulped hard before sighing to prepare herself for dropping another bad news. "Morgan's red string of fate had vanished." Romero stared at the enchantress as if he wasn't able to understand what she meant but all of them knew what that was supposed to mean. "Morgan... Morgan is now mateless." The enchantress uttered as he stared down at the peacefully sleeping young man. His face looked so solemn now that he wasn't thinking about anything. Inessa sighed as she pulled herself away from the bed and turned to the couple behind her. "I've seen a vision of a red string snapping before, but I really didn't expect that it would be his strings. I'm sorry but I'm afraid we can't do anything abo

Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.

“I saw Vespera. She was with Ravindra.” Caroline’s hand paused midair. For a split second, her polished composure cracked. Her eyes narrowed, flashing with a momentary flicker of alarm before she masked it with a sneer. “So? The little mouse found a new hole to hide in. Why do you care? You should be happy she’s someone else’s problem now.” “She didn’t look like a mouse, Caroline,” Randell growled, stopping in front of her. His jaw tightened. “She looked… different. And Ravindra called her ‘V.’ He said she’s the one holding the tech for the merger.”

When I was ten years old, I suddenly gained the ability to see red threads connecting people’s heads. Only those who had actually slept together would be bound by this unavoidable red line. Over the years, two extra red threads popped up over my father’s head, driving my mother to threaten to file for divorce again and again. Because of this, loyalty became the single most important thing I looked for in a partner. In the end, I chose Jasper—a modest, reserved man whose head was completely clean. On the night before our wedding, my bridesmaids hosted a bachelorette party. We played a game where whoever lost had to hand over their phone for the rest of us to snoop through. When it was my

The extra ropes coiled near the base. “Do I die tonight?” I asked. The question slipped out quiet, flat. Elara’s hand flinched. “No,” she said. “You serve. The Mark must be fed, not broken. As long as it lives on your skin, you live.” That should have been comforting. It wasn’t. The chanting grew louder. The air thickened. My chest felt tight, my breaths dragging as if I inhaled smoke instead of oxygen. Something in the stone shifted.

And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string. Beautiful... ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

The four stings had a power and a mind of their own because they never touched and each would move out of the way of the other if they drifted in the same or different directions that would cause them to collide. Finally, there was a fourth string. It was as if this came from outside me because I felt a power being pulled out of me. This one was fire itself. I could tell because it was brighter than the rest and it was reddish-orange-ish and it seemed as if it could burn one if one dared touch it. I gasped in shock as I looked at the way the strings coloured the whole room as if there was a disco light lighting the place. “What do you see?" Aunt Kula asked and this time, I remembered that I

"Wanna try something real quick?" She nodded her head. C Major was probably too difficult for her small hands, so I wracked my brain for something that would be workable for her. Maybe some simple open chords to shift up and down? We could just use three strings instead of all six and she'd at least get a feel for playing. "Mister?" I smiled. "Sorry. I was lost there for a second just thinking. You know 'Happy Birthday', right? Why don't we give that a try? Three chords should be doable and people have birthdays all the time, right?"

I extended my hand to him, and when he accepted mine, I intertwined our fingers, and together we headed to the small plaza. “Have you been to the marketplace, Red?” I asked curiously. He tilted his head and smiled. “All the time, but not as smelly as this one. In fact, ours is one of the best online marketplaces in the world.” “Ha! Ha!” I rolled my eyes. “Funny, Red!” Red sighed, probably changing his mind when we reached the fish and seafood section. I noticed his face turning pale, and I could see his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed hard. I made a quick look at his bodyguard just in case my husband fainted seeing live catch.

Red passed him a faint smile with her sincere words. "Because my dresses need your fabrics." She joked as he chuckled a bit. "We are connected this way." "You can say it... Anyways, Good luck for your meeting. If it was successful then we'd be mutual partners, I work with Graves after all." Red said rather proudly, knowing she fulfilled her promise. "Okay, I will get ready, wait for me." Red said, leaving and getting ready for work as they both left. On the way, Red watched Erich, seemingly unaffected by the awkwardness surging in her mind.