The Red String Of Fate Novels & Stories

"I wish it didn't have to be like this." "I know." A hiccup escaped her. "I was never supposed to get married. Never supposed to get pregnant. It was written in my destiny. But I just had to go and defy the goddess, and now this is happening to our child." "It's not your fault, Freya. The prophecy was just wrong." She peered up at him, her red-rimmed eyes searching his. "Don't say that, Alex. The moon goddess is never wrong."

It was unfamiliar, he wasn't used to being seen as anything but cold, distant. But she looked at him like he was something more. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath before crashing their lips together again, this time slower, deeper. His hands slid from her stomach up to cup the back of her neck gently even as his teeth nipped roughly at her lower lip. A contrast, tenderness and roughness woven into one. She closed her eyes as he trailed the kisses down, his one hand unhooking her bra and looking into her eyes, "Use 'red' when you want me to stop."

I wish he would never return or I would end up hearing that he got into an accident and died on the spot. I remember when I would sit served by the windowsill almost every night talking to the moon goddess about the possible way she would make him die, never to return but every time I seemed to say that prayer he came back home even looking healthy and fresh. I grew tired because I wished all these things to him yet nothing was happening. The moon goddess was by his side and he was growing stronger, becoming more powerful he was intoxicated by power. It was obvious, I saw it in his eyes. I just don't know when this started or if it has something to do with the organization he had joined. All

No living thing will stand and live. I watch the witch as darkness swirls in the left arm before a shining orb materializes in her hand. She walks and whispers, nearing the dark orb in the palm of my father. I watch the droplets materialize and move from his palm and into the orb. The moon turned red again. She goes silent and looks up her eyes turning into different shades, and instantly stops.

While we could never predict the outcome with absolute certainty, it was about the intention. The three Nabellos had solidified their bond with their mates, and their roses were all blue. Apparently, there were five rose colors denoting how powerful fate deemed someone. Black was the most common while gold was the rarest. Blue was the most powerful underneath gold. It made sense because of how powerful Nabellos were naturally. The marks on the vampire’s necks were very interesting. They were abstract overlays and were beautiful. Although, I was still biased with the mark on my girl’s neck. She was my blue flaming phoenix and definitely made of fucking fire.

She was just— expressionless. What surprises me the most is that I couldn’t tell what she’s thinking. “Welcome. I’ve been waiting.” Rumelia said to me. When I realised, she pointed her right forefinger at me. Then she simply swipes her finger from up to down for two times— it’s as if she’s trying to connect me to something. Something…? Crap. “Too late,” Rumelia told me. In an instant, a thread of string suddenly zips down from above, typing and wrapping my upper left arm. I tried to cut it with the sword, but it was stopped by more of her strings.

The idea of the Fates was borrowed but has a change in name for the characters. The Moirae, or Fates, are three old women who are charged with the destinies of all living beings, including heroes and heroines, and these destinies were represented by a string. They were called FATE A, FATE B and FATE C. FATE A would spin the string that represented the life of a living being; FATE B would measure its length to determine the length of that being's life, and FATE C, the eldest, would cut it when the time was right, thus ending with that being's life.

She died, failing to bring the Great Witch with her. "I thought I already had that glory and honor in stopping the chain of this curse from the Fates," Dana continued. Her bloody red hair was cascaded down on her shoulders and those frizzy locks looked liked veins tangled in each other on top of her head. She glanced at the girl between them. "This kid you're seeing is the female warrior." Faline furrowed her eyebrows and stared at Dana, unable to comprehend what she was talking about. Dana looked at her with a blank look and then she tore her gaze from her to stare at the campfire in front of them.

Kazeal said, taking a deep breath. “I can try,” I said. Kazeal nodded wearily. “Hey,” I gained his attention. “Hmm?” “People often like to represent the shackles of fate by a red string. But I used to believe the same, but not anymore. We are all bound by thorny vines of fate and it appears like a red string to the eyes because the vines are smeared with our blood. It’s ok to feel lost. I feel exactly the same right now. But none of this is our fault. I know you want to stop this war and I know why you don’t want me to get involved, but Kazeal, can we fight fate? Can we ever execute our plans the way we imagined?”

That amount is better than one thousand that’s why she immediately looked for her wallet but she couldn’t find it in her pocket and only then did she remember that she had left it in her locker. “Don’t you want to know who is inside the booth? Your soulmate may be in there.” “He’s right! Some people say that whoever is on the other end of the red string is the person destined for you.” When he said that, the story of her friends about the red thread came back to her mind again, and wondered at the same time who was behind that bar. She looked up at the sky. “Lord, is this the sign? That whoever the person on the other end of this red string is the person meant for me?”