Red Line Of Fate Novels & Stories

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.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

RED. To be Continued

he sighs and grips my shoulders. “That ribbon you’re seeing is called a Red Thread of Fate, which means you’re Gabriel’s Fated. But you have to promise me right now that you will not mention it to him. Promise me right fucking now, Katherine or both of you will die.”

Until he fell. Fenrak paused—impressed. “Didn’t know you had that in you.” “Didn’t know I’d need it tonight,” she snapped. Only the leader remained. She stood still… eerily still… watching the bodies of her fallen hunters without a flinch. Then she looked at Fenrak. “This is not the end,” she whispered. “The Crimson girl is marked by fate. You stand beside her… so now you stand against us.” Then she vanished—literally dissolving into red smoke carried by the Verona wind.

"2...." Just then, as my strings was lifted it into the dim light, a flash of recognition hit me when I felt a strong hunch that something's wrong with the feeling of a string of fate between my fingers. Like it was mysteriously small to touch. It seemed strange that what was meant to bind my destiny together felt so insubstantial and frail. I have a bad feeling about this though. "3!" In unison, them three opened their hands and revealed the red crimson strings they had picked. Beatrice spoke first, "Mine seems pretty long..." she revealed hers first — long, dangling past her elbow. The color was a deep wine hue, almost black in certain lights.

His jaw clenched. He braced. He held her tighter. The sentinel gestured again. Its arm moved like a falling comet, smooth, deadly, and the split in the earth glowed brighter. Two paths opened where the torn ground had been, each leading deeper into the forest, each glowing with a different hue. One silver. One black. Ryder’s blood went cold. “Those are fate paths,” he whispered. “Lunaris isn’t just trying to separate us. She’s trying to choose which one of us dies.”