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I comment harshly, going through the lines of red bands. Most are pretty and eye catching, I will admit. This silly tradition and pining for a mate all seems too far out of reach for someone like me. Ivan grumbles, deciding not to quip back at me. “Don’t tell me you also believe in this bull crap about a red string finding your mate.” “And if I do?” I ask, looking up at him. “…you know, it's a popularly known fact that red strings symbolize fate.” “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

It said as it pointed to the sphere. His eyes shifted from it to the sphere only to gasp at the purely white glow around it. "This is the colour of your soulmate's energy, nearly similar to mine. As you can see, there is a thread between the two of you." The Oracle pointed out as Aubrey glanced down at his hand, only to notice his pinky finger tightly curled with an almost invisible string that led into the sphere, vanishing at the surface. "This is the fated string. The string that binds your souls together. However, look at this one." It points up to a string leading away from them and towards the sky. "This is also a fated string. However, this one belongs to another being. There are only

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav

It was Silas. “Publicly acknowledged?” He nodded. “When two people are destined for each other, they share a bond—one that can’t be broken. The mark appears, and when it’s activated, it confirms they’re mates.” “Oh, I see...” I said, nodding my head. “What does the mark look like? And how will one figure out who his/her mate is?” I pushed further. “The mark is always red,” Silas continued, his gaze fixed on the center of the field. “It appears on the wrists of both mates. The moment they’re close to each other… it reacts.”

“I haven’t heard about the Red String of Fate before you even told me, nor have I even heard of the concept anywhere, apart from fictional books. But I will tell you this, my dad has always told us that we three all bore the same appearance as our great grandfather, to the point that it was too striking. I didn’t think too much about it, since we are basically his sons and of course, we would look like him as we are descendants to him, but I feel like now, that isn’t the case,” I sat, crosse-legged. He might not know about the Red String of Fate, but he definitely knew something that would hint us closer to the truth. And maybe, he could reveal the contents of the book sooner than I thought.

“I want it to be simple, and as long as my mate is there, and you guys are all there, it is going to be awesome.” “That it is going to be.” “I will bring the red thread, Elyn,” Azalea looked up at me. The red thread was what symbolizes the fated connection during the mating ceremony. It was blessed before the ceremony and it was like a symbol of union. “Of course, you will.” ---

They are trying to keep information away from me about a mate and here they want to know more about me. “Tell me what a mate is, and I’ll tell you,” I gave the best doe eyes I could, hoping they would listen. “Alright,” Glinda sat down, rubbing her forehead. “A mate is someone’s ‘soul’ mate, someone they are supposed to be with that the Goddess Selene has blessed them. Everyone has a perfect matched soul and the Goddess pairs them together. They are overwhelming feelings just by meeting someone and they are supposed to be with each other forever.” My heart flipped in my chest. Creed has a mate somewhere.

" You know what it is?" I just looked at his dazzling eyes, I don't know what it was for. " What's with red strings?" He tied it first to his pinky fingers after he tied it to himself, he got mine and he started to tie it. " It is the Red​ String of Fate, if we die soon. You and I will meet again in our next life" He beamed a smile and I just got teary eyed. After Articus kissed me, someone's force opened the door. We heard a crash downstairs and I started to tighten my hug to Articus. We tried to don't make any noise but we heard the footsteps it's going upstairs.

I could feel our connection strengthening as I worked, an invisible thread binding us together in unexpected ways. Kael looked up in surprise. "Why is it red?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder. I smiled, the expression tinged with an unexpected sadness and acceptance. "That's because we're mates and fated to be."

"Why are you showing me this?" Pavel slid his fingers along my back with possession, as if his touch could brand me even more. "We’re werewolves," he said in a low, final tone. " And as crazy as it may sound, you are our fated mate”. Alexei leaned close to my ear from behind, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. "There’s a light inside you so beautiful… it captivated us, fated one." "That makes no sense," I said firmly. "How can you be so sure I’m your fated mate? And how do you know I have a light inside me?"