Red Thread Of Fate の小説・ストーリー

He wants me to experience this event, raw and first hand. Up until this moment, the string of destiny has been a mere lore to me. But a lore I believed devotedly so. The thread of fate represents the cord that the Moon Goddess uses to tie fated mates so that they may find their paths to each other, regardless of time, location, social status, and situations in life. Tears continue to fall as I feel the mating cord finally tie and bind me to my mate. As the mating thread tethers Cillian and me to a lifelong bond as fated mates, our past memories entwine acting like a bridge to each other’s soul. Bonded as one.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

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.

“What was that? After the place turned back we slowly lost our strength. “It was the strong dark spell called Tenebrous, everything will turn black and the darkness will eat you, you’ll be failed with sadness, anger, loneliness, and every dark emotion that would feed the spell. All the memories that caused these will torture you and if you fail to find happiness in your heart, it will end you. It is way worse than a nightmare.” Rina answered. Timor persist not looking at her and I only nodded. “Did she do that?” I asked while looking at the unconscious witch.

Chapter 7: The Invisible Threads The ethereal realm of fate seemed to tighten its grip, weaving an intricate web that drew Adrian and Seraphina inexorably closer with each passing moment. Despite their best efforts to maintain a distance, the mysterious pull between them intensified, its invisible threads weaving a tapestry of destiny that neither could fully comprehend nor resist.

You’d think more people would be hesitant to find their fated mates, considering what happened to the previous generation, but I guess the possibility of eternal love and happiness clouds peoples’ rationality. The last two months, Vinny’s pack, The Forza Nelle Tenebre, aka Forza Pack, and Dare’s pack, The Running River Pack, have taken turns hosting full moon runs. A bunch of my pack members have traveled to these events and about fifty of them found their fated mates within the other packs. Small fuckin’ world, right?

“I want it to be simple, and as long as my mate is there, and you guys are all there, it is going to be awesome.” “That it is going to be.” “I will bring the red thread, Elyn,” Azalea looked up at me. The red thread was what symbolizes the fated connection during the mating ceremony. It was blessed before the ceremony and it was like a symbol of union. “Of course, you will.” ---

My hair was styled neatly with a small emerald tiara above my head. Everyone was so busy prepping. My mother visited me in my room and delicately carressed my wrist. She said, "It is believed that when a Lockheart turns 18, abundance comes to bless the entire family and they are to receive the red thread of destiny leading them to their fated mate. It shall appear when your fated mate is near. However, not all fated mates are for one another." "I know." I said, "A fated mate could reject you."

"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.

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