Red Line Of Fate Novels & Stories

spine. Who were they? Immediately, my blood feels as frigid as ice. At last, I recognized them as the Fates. Suddenly, out of the blue, a powerful lightning strike occurred. Time and Destiny were in the hands of the gods known as the Fates. Despite being three, they were all one. They are the past, present, and future. They held in their hands the knowledge of the entire universe, including what had happened and what would happen. What made them decide to come see me? I squinted to see what they were doing. While the one on the left was busy knitting a complicated, enormous sock that I doubt would fit anyone—unless they were knitting for Sasquatch or Bigfoot—the youngest was clutching a lar

"There is a danger we need to turn left" Jasmine furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?" Alora pointed at the lines. "This light red lines here means danger. Since it's lighter and thin, it means it is still an impending danger". She raised her head. "But when it turns dark and thicker, it means the danger is here" Jasmine gasped. "I think it just did!!" Ariana furrowed her brows. "What do you..." "Oh, mine. The line just got thicker and darker!!" Jamal yelled

“Yes, Robert. I’ll see you in your office in the next ten minutes…” Across the line, Robert nodded amusedly. “Ok, see you soon…” Jojo hung up his phone and take a breath. Well.. this is it. Here we go… …………………………………………………………………….. A black Maybach was cruising down the road at moderate speed. Damn you, Robert!!

Every warrior watched the crystal, waiting to see if Stone would answer. Seconds passed. Then minutes. “He’s not going to respond,” someone whispered. “Give it time,” Monica said. More waiting. My arm was getting tired from holding the crystal up. Sweat dripped down my back despite the cool air in the hall. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought everyone could hear it. The crystal pulsed again, and this time the light turned RED. Red meant hostile magic. Red meant danger. Red meant— “Get back!” Monica shouted.

The bold red gemstone, combined with the delicate detailing, made it a standout piece that perfectly complemented her overall look. Called the Crimson Fate, the necklace embodied the deep, red color symbolized by "crimson" and the notion of destiny implied by "fate." It poetically suggested that the necklace, with its striking red gemstone, was destined to play a significant role in the wearer's life – almost as if it was meant to find its way to them, intertwining beauty and destiny. It also captured the essence of life's passionate emotions, destined encounters, and the strength to overcome challenges, all contributing to one's unique journey and legacy.

Renton asked if he could see the lines on my palm. Using his fingers, he traced the lines while his eyes turned a creepy shade of yellow and red. "Blood, Two, Changes, Betrayal, and Chances. The star has been decided; death is something you can surpass, but someone else cannot. However, they will be given a new chance." His eyes returned to their original color, and he looked dizzy from what he had done.

Some vampires choose to drain their lifeline and die. Good thing I am wise enough not to follow that kind of mindset and choose to live longer even if eighty percent of my abilities are already sleeping profoundly. Furthermore, we have these tiny rectangular red and black stripes marked on our wrists that embodied our lifeline. Red color means the number of hours, days, months, and years that we are allowed to live in the world. Black, on the other hand, corresponds to our lifeline that must be filled with red or the time we wasted by disobeying the Cursed System's written rules.

He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him. "Here is your money." Abu threw a bag of cash at me. How inhuman is he? Despite everything he did, he feels like it’s okay, he has no shame and he thinks his filthy money is going to cover up for what he did. But thinking about it makes me feel like I’m the murderer, if I didn’t sign that contract, Khalil will be fine. He will be okay, nothing would have happened to me. "Afraah, please leave. It’s getting very late." Abu said

Because apparently Conrad Gabriel had refused. "Noah. It's the tenth tee of the same color family. Step out of blacks and browns please. My eyes hurt seeing you in these colors. Buy the maroon one. The blue one. And off white. I will buy you a hundred but not in black pleaseee". Conrad Gabriel facepalmed. He was sick of those same colored tees. But Noah. He loved the black family to the core. So here he was sulking, stomping his feet while Conrad Gabriel was frustrated.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”