Red Thread Of Fate Story 소설 & 이야기

"What was he searching for?" "Colour." He paused, "He needed colour in his life. He does not want only green." Aspen looked at my eyes with intense, pulling me in so I can get lost in them. "And so," he murmured, and I place my head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "The caterpillar found his butterfly. She was so lovely, so colourful, so full of life, so beautiful. Her colour filled his life. Whenever he used to see her, he felt 'I want to live for her'. They loved each other and lived a happy life ever after." His warmth was everything I could wish for.

Oh had she known the feelings of those beggars she saw on the untidy market roads homeless and hungry, She would have shown more love and care. She wasn't so lucky then as fate had other intentions, Sophia heard a loud bang and some treacherous sound like a sack of bones hitting the tarred road. Unable to figure out where the sound was from, Sophia twisted her neck to her left but felt an excruciating pang of pain run down her spine. And that was when she saw the red liquid... Her blood, the smell of gasoline and tire, her thoughts became hazy and darkness took precedence.

"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.

I declared without giving it a second thought. “Then, kill them.” She commanded, and the wind stopped immediately. A sword glided through the air and fell onto the ground near me, I tried stepping away from it, but I couldn't. It was known as the garden of promise for a reason, and I was powerless against its forces. Since I wouldn't be free until I fulfilled my vow, I clutched the sword. “I'm sorry,” I muttered as I stepped towards Elena. “Break out of the goddamn spell. You are about to make the greatest mistake in your life." Ellen shouted.

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

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.

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.

They called themselves the Deviant Splinters, but I chased him to the ends of the earth. This time, not just because of revenge, but because my fated mate was in his tent. Fate delivered him into my hands, and I gave him one last chance at redemption. But he threw it in my face and attacked me, so I killed him without breaking a sweat. With him dead, I was one step closer to meeting my fated mate. I pursued them, making enquiries as I travelled. The wings of fortune divinely carried a premonition in its womb, and the Moon Goddess delivered her to me.

suspicion would only grow. Serene's eyes narrowed as she took a step forward, but I took a step backwards, plopping my hands down. Their expectant gazes bored into me, waiting for me to admit my fate. And so, slowly, I unfurled my clenched fist to reveal the crimson thread. My stomach lurched as watch myself to slowly opened my fingers, revealing the stump of a string, a mere inch long. My hunches was right all along then — I now hold the shortest string the predetermine my cursed fate. Fucking great.