Soul Mates Red String Novels & Stories

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “No,” she said after a moment. “There is only one fated mate for each person. But…” “But?” She tilted her head, considering for a moment, and then pulled one card from the deck. “I sense something strange about your bond. A tangle somewhere in the invisible red thread that connects you to your mate. As if it’s been… tampered with.” With a flourish, she laid down the card right-side up. I leaned forward, furrowing my brow as I read the inscription beneath the image printed on the card: The Moon.

The whole main room is twindled with red string, they all seem to glow with fate. I look over to Moon. He stands tall but I can tell he's also abhorred at the temple. "Moon, Ssstar, welcome..." the slimmest of the sisters come forward to us. The tongue of hers makes a slithering sound at the s. Their other hands continue to twist, turn and twindle on the red string. This string must be the fate of the universe right here.

“With the blessing of the Moon Goddess, let the fated mates be revealed tonight. A magical cord will bind those destined for each other, linking their hearts and souls forever. If your mate is here, the cord will appear on your wrist, guiding you to them.” Suddenly, he began chanting some incantation. The air felt thick, like it was buzzing with energy, and everyone was waiting, eyes glued to their wrists. My heart raced. I tried to ignore the panic bubbling inside me. What if nothing happens? What if I don't have a mate? Then, out of nowhere, I felt it—a tingling sensation on my wrist. I looked down, and there it was, glowing softly under the moonlight, a thin, silver thread. My breath caug

After I fell sick, I could not find a suitable bone marrow donor because of my unique blood type. Elsa requested that I test if she was a match for me. Who knew—she was a match. Ignoring my dissuasion, she threatened to commit suicide and donated her bone marrow to me. The bone marrow I received was Elsa's, not Simon's. Nicole slapped Elsa hard and knocked her to the ground. Due to Nicole's excessive force, Elsa covered her ears as she fell to the ground. "I know you. You're Ray's ex-wife!" Nicole smiled. "Well, this is what he told you, little brat? He said I was his ex-wife? He and I aren't divorced yet. Don't worry; we will be soon."

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.