The Red String Of Fate Novels & Stories

"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.

The gift of foresight that let me see the threads of fate before they solidified into reality. "Even more than healers from the age of legends," she continued. "I have given you everything you need for your happiness in this new life. You just have to want it enough." She reached out and touched the red thread wrapped around my finger. "You have grabbed the string of fate. Your fate and his. Find him and be his charm." I blinked up at her. "I do not quite know what that means. I am new to this, Lady Selene."

Cynthia pov: I was sitting in front of the mirror looking at my neck.I am in an Azrail shirt because he tore my top.Azrail told me to stay here and don't go anywhere from there.I am still confused about the tattoo. How can it be removed completely? "Did I do this? It can happen in the past 2 years. I forgot why I do this.So many questions in my mind but no answer. I am also confused about his early behaviour too but then I thought maybe something good happened in the past two years for behaving like him.

Sumico giggled so funnily and hilariously. Virando lifted up his hand to caress and fondle his gentle beautiful wife’s head, hair, and quiff. “That’s because we’ve been united with the red thread of destiny, Sumi Darling. Whatever which’ve been united with the red thread of fate as well as destiny can’t be separated anymore. If they’re intentionally or deliberately separated with force, each of them can’t survive for too long. That’s the power of the red thread of fate as well as destiny from our demons-realm, Sumi Darling,” explained Virando with his eyesight filled up with his love, care and all of his manhood gentleness.

“Be happy. Live, Nathan. Live for the both of us, make the most of it. Love with everything you have, and don’t be afraid. Fear is a product of the Devil. Don’t let him rule you.” He made her a promise of affirmation before rushing over to the broken angel, taking her into his arms and declaring his love and life to her. She too, had a red string hanging down from her finger, and when she took his hand the two strings came together, binding them as one before disappearing in a flash of brilliant light. Tears pricked my eyes when he spoke of the red string. The red string of fate: soul mates. Destined lovers regardless of time, place, or circumstance.

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.”

Tilting her face toward the inky sky, she channeled the spell she'd written and pushed into Mara's mind so her sister could document her words. "In this the darkest night, I bring upon a curse to life. Love has been stolen because of hate, and in this act they have sealed their fate. Until three-by-three shall walk this earth, these two families will forever search. No love will last or ever be found. In this I seal, in this they're bound. Upon when three sets of eyes of green are born alongside blue of the brightest morn, only then will the fated see the secrets I have hidden from thee. Three tasks await to set the cursed free." She brought her gaze to the minister, whose face had gone ashe

For all the universe, the web of interconnected galaxies it's worth, two evergreen souls will endlessly interlace with each other's destiny. A pretty string adorning the colour of blood. A string immeasurably stronger than the fibres of steel, purer than the purest gold. Is it someone's pinnacle, or their downfall? To be oh so intertwined with the one you're destined to love, or to be doomed to the same person, no matter which era you enter. To never be apart, or to never escape? No one knows. Do you know? Is it beautiful, or is it hideous? Does this phantom string even exist, or did our hopelessly hopeful minds conjure it?

The hands meant to protect, to hold but now it’s empty. “I would've dropped everything,” he said. His voice was steel wrapped in sorrow. “I would've burned down this entire f*cking forest if it meant one more second with you.” His jaw tightened. “I’m not letting you disappear again,” he vowed. “Next time, I won’t let you run.” *** The great hall of the Crimson Keep was dark and quiet. Tall stone pillars, covered in ivy, stood like silent guards. Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside.

As disturbing as the idea of Stringmaster trying to kill her that night was, it was at least better than this—the uncertainty, the lack of explanation for what had really happened. On a more positive note, it could be a weakness. If Arah and Gildeon could figure out how to exploit it—how to push Stringmaster into losing control of their puppets—it might just give them the edge they needed to bring down the cloaked witch. Arah could sense that Stringmaster was somehow rattled. Glancing down at their clasped hands, she noticed the crisscross of red strings cutting deep into their skin. The sight made her wince, unable to imagine the pain.