Soul Mates Red String Novels & Stories

My best guess is that they are fated to save the people they are tied to with white threads. I see these threads constantly and it is a confusing mess, all the threads twisted around each other. Sometimes people mix up their blue threads with their red threads and end up in relationships that are doomed to fail. A lot of people have only one or two threads, or sometimes none at all. No one ever has more than one red thread though. One soul mate per person, no need to be greedy.

- Really son, on certain subjects you are a real idiot – he says, shaking his head. - I know you are my father, but I don't admit that... - But do you admit to making your mate suffer to the point of becoming a feral rogue? Have you been looking at Micky? I have. Do you know how weak he is? Do you know how you are making Hell go feral? Alex looks at his father in disbelief. - What are you talking about? - Alex, when we find our soulmate, we need to complete the matebond. That's why we usually have sex before putting the matebond mark on our mates. That's how we complete the matebond.

I loved Daemon. The slight look of disappointment crossed over his face. “I know that. I know you came here with the Demon Overlord. But soulmates are different from mates. Mates are two people destined to be life partners, sharing a committed bond. But soulmates are more complex than that. Being your soulmate means I am meant to be there for you; there will always be an urge in me to protect you. I could be anything you need me to be—your partner, your companion, your closest friend—anything."

"2...." Just then, as my strings was lifted it into the dim light, a flash of recognition hit me when I felt a strong hunch that something's wrong with the feeling of a string of fate between my fingers. Like it was mysteriously small to touch. It seemed strange that what was meant to bind my destiny together felt so insubstantial and frail. I have a bad feeling about this though. "3!" In unison, them three opened their hands and revealed the red crimson strings they had picked. Beatrice spoke first, "Mine seems pretty long..." she revealed hers first — long, dangling past her elbow. The color was a deep wine hue, almost black in certain lights.

My eyes glistened as we made eye contact while I walked towards the altar where my husband-to-be was waiting for my hand in marriage. Before I knew it, I was already in front of him. His eyes also glistened with tears of joy. We smiled at each other and he took my right hand, then kissed them gently. He looked at me with all the love in the world. My heart flipped as soon as I noticed the invisible red strings of fate tangled on my wrist and index finger, which connected to Azrael’s wrist and index finger, too. We stared at each other with a knowing smile. These red strings of fate are the symbol of our eternal love. This means that whatever happens, we will always be together forever. Fate

I touched the red string and wonder how come I am wearing a bracelet made from red string. In my mind I see a little girl listening to a story from an older woman, ‘Legend has it, there is an invisible red string that connects us to our soul mate. Regardless the time and distance the red string will remain unbreakable,’ she added. ‘And one day the red string will connect the two persons separated by time and circumstances.’ the old lady said to her little granddaughter. ‘Is there an invisible red string on my hand, Obaasan?’ ‘When time is right, there will be,’ the old woman answered. ‘You will know it.

" it was made for me, what is this legend, I want to know." "The legend states that those who are united by this red thread are destined to become soul mates and will live an important story, no matter how much time passes or circumstances they encounter in life. The red thread can tangle, stretch, tighten or wear out, but never break; your destiny is and always will be to be together, never doubt it, and have faith in each other." Seeing this bracelet again, that memory came back to my mind, as if it was yesterday. END FLASHBACK

Dante actually answered her, his tone surprisingly polite and relaxed as he stood close to my side, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulder. "You two have a very strong bond," a grandmother who grants them bracelets whispered, reaching under her counter and pulling out two simple, braided cords made of deep red and black thread. She reached out, tying one around my wrist and gesturing for Dante to hold out his hand so she could tie the matching one around his massive wrist. She patted our hands gently, promising it would keep them together forever. "The threads of fate are tricky, but these will ensure your hearts always find the way back to each other, no matter how far the world tries

Ayla asked with curiosity. "That's impossible, Ayla. If the red string is broken, their connection will break as well. Lucien shouldn't feel his connection with Ysobella, the same thing goes with Ysobella," said Nana. "But how did Lucien know that Ysobella is his mate?" asked Mama Melly. "Perhaps because their connection is stronger than we thought; along the way, both of them developed mutual feelings for each other; if the two of them acknowledged their feelings for each other, their string will eventually reconnect," Ayla explained.

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos