Soul Mates Red String Novels & Stories

You couldn't have one without the other, and each side held a small piece of its opposite, giving us the power to understand the balance. I looked around the room, and everything became abundantly more clear. Rudi and Kaleb denied the truth of their own destiny as mates because they didn't trust Fate. My cousin, I guess, was Team Fate, and her mate didn't know which side to choose. A human was here, but only because she so easily succumbed to the fleeting desires of that red string. My own mate, even, had no power to work against it. If he did, I wouldn't have been sitting on his lap.

"No." I sighed, as I messed up with my hair out of annoyance. "Tsk, annoying bugs," I mumbled to myself. I looked at Charlotte. She has this concerned look. I stared at her, as I slowly leaned closer, kissing her on those plump lips of hers. "You know," I mumbled, "For some reason, I can't help but think that I have met you before." Charlotte laughs, teasing me with a joke, saying that we indeed met before—in our former life. "Geez," I said as a response. "But… heh. Wouldn't it be nice if we indeed met each other in our former life? That would mean one thing. No matter what era, the both of us are connected by the red string of faith. Baby, my kitten, my wifey-I mean, future wifey, we are bo

Or even get enough of the scent. Who does this scent belong to? Looking down, in front of the tree, sat a lady in shattered dress and she looked unkempt and malnourished and she seemed to be sleeping. How come she is yet to notice us? Tenor stirred up and seemed suddenly interested in her. Who is she? "Mate!" He said and I stepped back a bit in abrupt shock. Mate? How could I have a mate? And that too so soon? "Please, don't give me that. Selene promised us a new mate. See, she look lean. Take her inside." He said but I could not move from the place.

Lowell turned his grin to Anya "You look like a smart one, I'm sure you can answer that so they can stop looking so confused" Anya rolled her eyes at him and sighed I slowly turned to her "Do you understand what he means?" She pursed her lips "Unfortunately; I do" "Then please, explain it to me" I requested and she exhaled a breath "When mates....uh...well MATE. Their souls form two links that need to be connected in order for them to become one soul. This is then made possible when they mark each other. They become one and share almost everything like feelings, thoughts, pain and most importantly; strength"

Introducing her what the real passion would be with a real man like him. And it's a night, Their souls intertwined with each other in sensuous serendipity in a smoldering ecstasy as their hearts were drunk with the love and lust they had for each other. Just like how waves were never-ending, their pleasure has no end. In the end, she was marked by him on every inch of her skin, with little evidence. And his wide and broad back… was painted with her scratches like a seashore which get wetter with every new falling wave, while leaving some sea treasures. When they were done, he cuddled with her and slept with a blanket covering their naked souls.

I shifted, and she climbed on top of me. "Drystan," she said, "I feel you." When she touched me, she began to glow. The bond was forming as her lips met mine. Little glowing threads, bright and shimmering, connected us. In our world, this magic means our souls are linked for life, creating a connection no one can break. Only fated mates see the golden threads, a sign that our hearts, minds, and even our power are being woven together. The warmth inside me grew, deep and overwhelming.

“Good. Now imagine that but on steroids. And crack. And more steroids. And maybe mixed with a fever dream no one asked for. That’s a mate.” I blinked. “So… a soulmate?” She shook her head. “No darling, soulmate is soft. Cute. Romantic. Mate is… violent destiny. Mate is permanent. Mate is stick-to-you-like-glue energy. Mate is ‘if you die, I die’ nonsense. Mate is a cosmic marriage contract signed with magical blood and no human consent form.” I stared at her. She stared back. “That sounds like kidnapping with extra toppings,” I said. “Welcome to the supernatural world,” she replied.

Look, this is the ring I got for you. He pulled a velvet box from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a huge pink diamond. "This is the Stella of Hope. It took me a lot to win it in an auction. You've always loved pink, right? "Say the word, and I'll marry you right now. We'll start over…" I looked at his pitiful, ridiculous state and couldn't care less. I stepped around Arnold and stopped in front of Bailey, looking down at him. My voice was calm. "Is your way of loving me pushing me down the stairs three days before our wedding and breaking my arm?

That very night, while the royal convoy stopped at an inn on the journey back to the capital, Ann joined forces with the disguised Royal Astrologer and successfully completed the face-swapping ritual. However, a forbidden spell like that was an act against the gods themselves. After the ritual was completed, both sides would fall into a month-long coma. To hide the truth... Also to identify the man Princess Shirley truly loved... Ann simply had the Royal Astrologer invent the lie that only Princess Shirley's destined soulmate could awaken her with a kiss. Which meant... No matter which one of the three Lynch brothers kissed her, she would wake up. In the end, that person would always die.

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.