Red Thread Of Fate Novels & Stories

He ran his hand through his blond hair, “Sybil, if you were my fated mate and I allowed Whisper to come here and live in the Alpha quarters, would you be okay with that?” She furrowed her brows and then beamed a beautiful smile at him, “of course, if it were your wish, I would befriend her and be like sisters if it pleased you, that is what a fated mate is to do, is it not?” He looked down at their son and I could see the evil smile curl on her lips, she’s playing him, and he is falling for it, she tried to kill me for goddess sake and your falling for this.

She was absolutely beautiful, much more beautiful than I considered myself to be. The evil little troll in me wished she was disgusting and 600 pounds overweight. I couldn't help but notice all the pack members glancing at us from time to time. They all wanted to make sure the non-pack member behaved herself with Eddy's mate. Their loyalty was to her now. This princess was the one that they cared about. After all, she’d be the one who outlived me. She was probably a werewolf already, and if she wasn’t she’d be one soon.

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 altar blinked once with light, and from it emerged three threads—gold, crimson, and black. The gold thread pulsed with warmth, the promise of restoration. A future where she reforged the kingdoms, brought peace, carried names that would be sung long after her death. The crimson thread burned with sacrifice—war, fire, the destruction of the gods and a world rebuilt in ash and rebirth. The black thread was silent but heavy, a thread that led inward, not forward—a choice to unravel all and return the world to its unformed beginning. Each thread tugged at something primal within her, demanding not just a decision, but belief. She couldn’t choose lightly. Every path would cost her something t

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

Until he fell. Fenrak paused—impressed. “Didn’t know you had that in you.” “Didn’t know I’d need it tonight,” she snapped. Only the leader remained. She stood still… eerily still… watching the bodies of her fallen hunters without a flinch. Then she looked at Fenrak. “This is not the end,” she whispered. “The Crimson girl is marked by fate. You stand beside her… so now you stand against us.” Then she vanished—literally dissolving into red smoke carried by the Verona wind.

“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?”

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

"Let's proceed to universe top secrets lesson 101, sweetheart. Every blessed pair is connected with the red string of fate that pulls them towards each other. In mortal terms, one calls this string of coincidences destiny. Now, what to do to tear them apart?" "Sever the red string using the scissor?" "Magnifico! Once-in-a-millennium beauty possesses brains, too. Back on the agenda, do what you must." He stole her hand for the nth time. She was about to forcefully get it when unexplainable energy welled up her body to the brim.

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.