Red String Of Fate Tattoo Novels & Stories

Staring at myself in the shady mirror, I was satisfied and pleased with my new look, it soothed my rage, expressed my emotion, carried my personality in various shades and most of all defined me perfectly! Now it wasn't just my tattoo, it was my HAIR!. The rose tattoo carried or rather held a shade of my personality in the color 'RED', exploring the blood and emotional part of me and most especially the undeniable 'LOVE' which was the main reason I kept running this race in hopes I would reach the finish line soon, my own tracks, my own rules!.

Everything slowed down when I saw red ink beneath his arm. He noticed my stare. “Oh, want to see?” A wolfish grin spread across his face. Suddenly, he yanked his robe aside just enough for me to see clearly. A red dragon tattoo stretched beneath his arm, its wings curling along his ribs, its mouth open as if breathing fire. My pulse slowed. Shit. “So,” he said softly, “you finally see.” I kept my poker face on. “There are connections you do not understand,” he continued. “We have a wide network. We are everywhere.”

she protests. “She isn’t wrong.” Azura snickers. Kataleya just needs confidence, but something tells me with the right man, she’ll get there. “So, what’s your man wearing?” Azura asks as she hugs Kataleya, who is pouting unhappily. “I told him to add a little red,” I say, looking at the tattoos on the back of my thighs. “What about yours?” “Black, he owns mainly black,” Azura says with a smirk. “I did ask him to incorporate some red for me, but he simply said he’d wait for me to get some red on him.”

“But you got into my car asking for help. And now you’re married to me. So, dear wife, you’re going to have to deal with how I do things.” Karen wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m alive by sheer luck,” she mumbled, more to herself. “Luck.” Sebastian stopped with the glass halfway to his lips. His eyes narrowed, then drifted down to his own left wrist, where the rolled-up sleeve of his shirt revealed the tattoo: 385900. “Fate,” he corrected, his voice strangely low. Karen looked at him, confused by the change in tone. But before she could ask, the words came out uncontrollably.

Opposites, but fairly tied. Faith even mentioned that it was strange. That maybe there was a mistake, but Mother Goddess said it wasn’t possible. She said that if there was a chance of meeting, the other being would have a mark that represented the binding that fate given. But so far Dominique has none. And I was the same. I had none, but a red string that only Mother Goddess could see. Everything change when I made my mistake, and I got to be a human. A tattoo appeared on my left hand. It was an upside down half moon with an arrow through it and around it a thin circle.

"The same stranger you tried to impress but couldn’t, besides it seems like you did your little research because I don’t remember telling you his name and I’m sure Khalil didn’t tell you either" She looked at me with full hatred, I could sense her heart is hurting right now, I knew she would try and do something but I didn’t expect her to go to the extent of wearing a new outfit and makeup just to try and impress him. "I know you are jealous but trust me when I say makeup and fancy dress won’t take you anywhere," I said I was about to leave when she grabbed my hand "You will pay for slapping me, Rayan will me mine, I will do anything but he will be mine"

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

“I don’t know if he does or not but if he does why would I even want to know. Besides it was just me and my sisters that got these. You know because in of our last name, the Moiria was another name for the fates.” “I see. So, you’re saying that the three of you are like Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos? And with you being the oldest you would be considered Atropos. I can see that. You do have this stubborn quality about yourself. And I did hear that you were akin to an oracle.” “Yeah, well it’s what you all would call sister tattoos. That’s all. So, I take it you don’t like the outfit on me?” “No, I mean yes I do. It looks amazing on you.”

“It may be difficult, but believe me, you guys can handle it. This is bad fate, right." "What is this...?" "You are brothers. A pair of non-identical twins. That's why you don't have the same face. As well as a necklace emblazoned with the two letters N. Naomi and Nabila. And everything that is happening now, is your destiny. As the incarnation of the Red Stone, whether you want it or not, like it or not or even you can change it or not, you still can't avoid it. This is your destiny, the path that a Red Stone incarnation must take. A destiny of darkness, a path of death."

In other words, strings change their colors because what you feel for others changes. You might be asking, red strings are for the one true love, right? The right term for it is 'fated partner' or 'predestined partner' but can never be called 'one true love'. People's hearts can change you know. Red can turn into black. Just like how a couple who loves each other, but after a few years, can loathe each other.