Soul Mates Red String Novels & Stories

I was a little surprised by his words while grabbing my soda cans from the machine. "I hope you find your mate soon," I said because what else could I say other than that? "I wonder if she would be like you," He passed me a charming smile but what he said was absurd. Why would he want a mate like me? "A greater soul is the one who accepts the other soul just as he or she is rather than expecting that person to be like someone else," I said casually and he made a thinking face. "You're right. But I wish you were my mate," he said. My head snapped in his direction in a whiplash.

“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?"

his fingers swept her hair to the side and he took a step closer to the girl whose lips were now tugging with a small smile, “I have felt this way. At first, I thought something was wrong with me, but no. It seems fate has found us and the Red Thread has tied us together.” Zaramanni frowned slightly. “The red thread?” “Yes. It ties two souls together.” “So,” Zara's lips twitched as she recalled something she read in one of her fictional novels, “are we meant to be mates?” Zaramanni always thought things like that were just myths. She constantly felt that the concept of having a mate was just a term fictional erotica played with. But there she was… standing in front of a gorgeous man whose he

Rakesh replies, "Yes Payal someone says very true that men are so much foolish, even with a slight smile of girls they think they have gained that diva girl but truth is always something else" Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through