Red Line Of Fate Novels & Stories

“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.

“That’s the mark of the Red Line Corps. They used to work with the northern syndicates before disappearing a few years ago. Looks like they found something new to do.” Selene’s gaze hardened. “Then they’re probably working for her.” Romano nodded. “The Red Mother pays well. And they specialize in… extractions.” Caius clenched his jaw. “They took Lydia alive. Why?” Romano glanced at Selene. “You already know why. She’s not done experimenting.” Selene’s hands tightened into fists. “Then we’ have to end her before she lays another hand on my daughter.” “Any idea where the Red Line base is?” Kael asked.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

The hands meant to protect, to hold but now it’s empty. “I would've dropped everything,” he said. His voice was steel wrapped in sorrow. “I would've burned down this entire f*cking forest if it meant one more second with you.” His jaw tightened. “I’m not letting you disappear again,” he vowed. “Next time, I won’t let you run.” *** The great hall of the Crimson Keep was dark and quiet. Tall stone pillars, covered in ivy, stood like silent guards. Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside.

I turned away shyly, totally overwhelmed. Maester Kyn’s voice drew me out from my thoughts, a more gentle voice. “It’s your bloodline, Serena. The ordained beautiful union between you and your fated mate will bring out a new era that will determine the future of Lycan and wolfkind. The two parallel lines, Ravenfall and Obsidian. It would either bring war or peace, chaos or power.” “I already had a mate, before this revelation” I whispered bitterly, briefly remembering all I passed true. “And he broke me beyond repair.”

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?”

Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Now when people think of the threads of fate they always think of the red thread that is meant to tie them to their destined soul mate and blah blah blah. Yes I can see them. But there are other threads too, in different colours with different meanings. There are blue threads connecting people which seem to represent that the pair are fated to be friends. This doesn't mean they won't have other friends or anything like that. Just that those sp

Torturing you with his memories, his traces that felt so real, and the state of loss he left. You may think these circumstances are the climax or the end of your life. But it's just the beginning. Of a new chapter, of a new journey. With each episode controlled by an unknown invisible force called 'fate'. And this story is one of those circumstances led by fate. Two people, connected by a bond called 'red string of fate' where one end lost its destination and was bent out of shape again and again. Another end became all twisted and stuck, unable to entangle. But no matter how much this 'bond' is stretched, tested, contorted, and pulled beyond limits, it never breaks. Even in death.