Red Line Of Fate 소설 & 이야기

“Wait, we’re Fated?” He nods, then takes both our left hands in his. “I can see the Thread, but as I have said, it's not as deep red as your usual one. Since you have both claimed each other and had the other’s blood in their systems, it is quite possible that the baby she’s carrying is of Preutescu blood.”

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.

“Now the path is set. Damon, he is your anchor and your storm. You cannot fight what is written, but you can shape how it unfolds.” Her wolf’s eyes burned behind her eyelids, fierce and knowing. “Rest now, but prepare for what’s to come. The game of fate is only beginning. Together, you and Damon will either rise or fall. The world waits, thank you for being strong. I have longed for far too long to roam the earth once more.” Evelyn closed her eyes, the echo of Naviah’s words weaving into her soul, a promise, a warning, and a spark of something greater than fear.

he said slowly, choosing each word with painful precision, “belonged to a bloodline older than vampires. Older than the factions. A lineage that could break curses, rewrite fate, bend memory and time.” “And she passed that to me.” His jaw tightened. “Yes.” Lightning cracked in the distance. And then— The earth pulsed again. Light spilled upward from the grave in a slow, deliberate bloom—ruby shifting into gold, then into a deep, violent crimson. The color of my eyes when they changed. I knelt again, ignoring the trembling in my hands. “She’s calling.” “She’s warning,” Malrik corrected. The soil trembled harder, and suddenly— The ground beneath the grave split open with a sharp, shuddering cr

It must be my imagination. My heart is thundering. Rogues are there. Hunt and kill them all. I fight. I love it. Kill them all. Kill everyone. My fury takes over, and the red mist descends. Kill them all for taking her from me.

the Voice turned grim. Suddenly, the doors clicked shut. “This was a feast of respite,” the Voice continued. “The system anticipated how comfortable most of you would become and provided you with fun… deadly fun.” Everyone rose to their feet, the merry atmosphere curdling into apprehension. “If you receive a red sign on your palm, it means you indulged a god. Death is the penalty.” Kim gripped my wrist and tugged me back. “Shit! You were right, Ophelia.”

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

She consoled, wiping my tears and giving me a big hug. I was in the washroom at the pharmacy ready to use the pregnancy test kit. Janet was waiting at the other side of the door, seeing how anxious I was, she wanted to give me a little space but still be as close as she could be. I quickly read the manual and followed all the steps. It said I had to wait for five minutes. (The longest five minutes of my life). I said a little prayer hoping the heavens will hear me out and then I took a deep breath and checked the stick. I saw two red lines and I froze for a second.

His angry eyes pierced into mine, I receded in discomfort when he clasped my neck. "Where do you think you're going to princess!?." He yells making everywhere shake. "Please, let me go." I beseeched in tears. "I'll destroy you the same way I killed your father, the king." His grip on my neck became tighter, his eyes glowed red as I began to cough out black blood. I was suffocating, my vision became blur, all I could see is darkness taking over me. "Your powers are weak just like your father...." He whispers.