Red Line Of Fate Novels & Stories

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

"These two are fated mates. Chosen by powers older than our pack. Older than our blood." *Fated mates.* The room erupted. Voices shouting. Questions. Denials. But the seer raised her hand. Silence fell like a hammer. "I have seen their thread. Red as blood. Strong as steel. Woven through seven lifetimes. Always finding each other. Always choosing each other." Seven lifetimes. Just like Evangeline said. Monica. Seraphina. Lily. All of them. All us.

Taylor POV She had appeared, seemingly from nowhere, perched on a barstool at the end of the bar. My amulet had suddenly become hot against my shin and I knew she was supernatural. I ducked down, pretending to situate something under the bar, so I could peak inside my top and see what I was dealing with. I furrowed my brow in confusion. My amulet was red, it was never red. Black meant vamp, golden yellow meant were, white meant fae, occasionally it would be a mix of those colors signifying a hybrid. I took a deep breath to steady myself and stood, making my way to her.

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

what would she think? That half truffle was still in my mouth. I didn't even know if my heart was beating or not. I just gapped at him. He gave that smirk and those intense eyes of his. OMG. I was getting all tingly and excited. I chewed the truffle quickly and swallowed hard. I knew my face was flustered. He always knows how to seduce me. He always gets his way! Not anymore. You know 2 can play this game. Just wait and watch Mr Fancy Pants, I will have my revenge.

Well, stop trying babe, you aren’t gonna get anything more from me. I turn to focus on the charts again, Mr Lence being a return patient we saw every couple weeks as he dealt with the adverse effects of a fairy curse. He had brought that one on himself, trying to seduce her. Something Mrs. Lence wasn’t a fan of. But to defend him, the fairy was a black widow and seducing him was part of the spell and curse. He never stood a chance. The aftermath of this curse though was still being worked out of his system and I was more than happy to help assist him and study it along the way. Another knock made me run my hands over my face in irritation before calling for them to come in. I knew my voice h

Blake said, walking back with Dynasty at a safe distance. “You better, boy. I regained my body. I don’t want to lose it again.” Gerald said and sat in the lotus position to await the lightning. Like in the Small World, the clouds began to darken and build over the mountain. A purple lightning strike arrived in the sky, lighting the clouds with a rumble of thunder. “GERALD ELON? DIDN’T YOU PERISH IN THE HOLY LORD TRIBULATION BEFORE ASCENDING?”

Then she eyed Clarrise with disappointment. "Well, I do hope you will not regret this, brother." Nereza stormed out of the room after she uttered those words. "Summon a witch. I want this done on Rees' twentieth birthday," I ordered, dismissing Markus. And so, on Clarrise's twentieth birthday, I did something that change my fate, our fate. "Alpha Lucien, are you certain about this?" the witch asked with uncertainty. "Once your red string is broken you will no longer find your mate. You will forever be separated from her," she continues.

They chose whomever they set their eyes on and discarded them when fed up. I only met rotten luck until three years ago when something pricked my heart like a distant call from a faraway land. I couldn't understand what it was but now I feared it was the call of my mate coming of age. Calling me to own her. Knowing that she had a red aura meant she was special. The red aura was unique to male vampires. Female vampires had a distinct brown aura but very rarely it happened that a female vampire with a red aura would be born. That female was considered fertile and she would give birth to a male heir. This is how vampire bloodlines remained pure and alive. But during my lifetime I had never come

I let my eyes take in the paragraph again and even read it out loud, my voice hoarse with disbelief. “Someday, there will be an exception, according to prophecy. This exception will change the fate of all wolves, saving them from the doom their greed and evil deeds had triggered. But most importantly, rewriting the destiny of every red wolf to come. Freeing them from the crimson curse for a crimson price.” It’s about the curse. I could tell that much, but I wasn’t sure I could interpret the paragraph correctly.