روايات وقصص ضمن Soulmate Red String

“Red, it’s not your place to say that. I have marked her already. Helena is mine, my mate.” “But she’s a human!” “What can I say if our God chose her as my mate?” “Are you sure that the Highest One chose the woman as your mate?” “Yes. No doubt about that. Helena’s intoxicating smells I recognized it after seeing her. I’m sure she’s my mate. My wolf also confirmed it.” Red shook his head. “Is it possible? It’s the first time I see a human as our mate.” He glanced at me again. “She will be our Luna. Are you sure she’s ready?”

Sorry" Marina stares at me and squats down and holds my hands. There is no judgment in her eyes, only understanding, and kindness. She starts explaining to me and I am baffled. "My dear, what you are experiencing is the pull of the mate bond. You are my son's fated soulmate. The mate bond is a mystery even to us. It is a force that ties two different souls together. It is the reason my son found you. Your soul reached out to his, and his soul was restless. I guess we need to go to the library. I will explain everything, and give you books to read as well. That way you will be able to understand our ways."

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

I said, exaggerating my words to make a point, leaving Rex's jaw hanging. "You can't deny it anymore. In the end, Aurel is indeed meant to be my partner. She's my destined one, my soulmate. Regardless of whether she's human or one of our kind, our fates are intertwined. So, before I ask the next question, let me make it clear that you can't interfere anymore when it comes to me and Aurel. You can't prohibit anything," I stated, making Rex seem to realize the situation.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

“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.

“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.

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.

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.”

“What?” “The red string theory,” he repeated, as if explaining something to a child. “It’s an old belief that certain people are connected by an invisible red thread, bound together by fate. No matter how far apart they are, no matter what obstacles come between them, they’ll always find their way back to each other.” His smirk deepened. “You and me, Ava? We’re bound. And nothing can separate us—not divorce papers, not lawyers, not even you.” Mason opened his mouth to argue, but Orion wasn’t done. “And before you say anything about legalities…” He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “Remember that little document you signed? The one that said you wouldn’t bring up divorce again?”