The Red String Of Fate Novels & Stories

Second Deity said “What rope?” Vesta asked The first deity stretched out her hand and the three appeared,Kingston,Alice and Moon The red rope joined Kingston and Alice together but the middle was held unto by Moon “The red rope is called fate,,you can see the human and your son have been joined together by the goddess,,,even though the human won’t last but they are mates” First deity said “I still believe my son will not try breaking the mates bond” Vesta said stubbornly The deities exchanged glances

Just as I was about to walk past Hayes, he grabbed my hand making my grip on the blanket loosen. "We are not done talking Red," he said coldly. His cold tone and hands sent a shiver down my spine. Red. That's what they always called me due to my red hair. Why did it sound different today? He pushed me towards the wall and wrapped his hand around my throat, not enough to choke me but just enough to pass his message across. "All these years and you still haven't learned to walk out on us when we are talking," Noah said, his lips curved in a little smile. Unless I could tell he wasn't amused. It was a warning.

“And why not? Why shouldn’t I believe it? It’s a history book, isn’t it?” She almost snorted. “There is no evidence that the Red String of Fate is real. It might be a history book, but it’s just based on myths and delusions by the person who wrote it,” she said matter of factly, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ears. “I would like to disagree with that. Have you even bothered researching its origins? From the alignment and how it was dated, it clearly points out to Chinese mythology,” I countered, wanting to see how she would respond to that.

I wanted to start my own family, support my parents in thier old age, be a faithful and loving wife. I'm still on my second stage the doctor said. She said I can be saved but, what's the use? If I'm fated to die, I will. What's the use of wasting lakhs of money? I sat beside my mother as she was listening Hadith(Islamic history). The Moulana was telling the Hadith of Prophet Ibrahim and his 1st wife Sarah.

I declared without giving it a second thought. “Then, kill them.” She commanded, and the wind stopped immediately. A sword glided through the air and fell onto the ground near me, I tried stepping away from it, but I couldn't. It was known as the garden of promise for a reason, and I was powerless against its forces. Since I wouldn't be free until I fulfilled my vow, I clutched the sword. “I'm sorry,” I muttered as I stepped towards Elena. “Break out of the goddamn spell. You are about to make the greatest mistake in your life." Ellen shouted. I couldn't help it. I had promised, and I must fulfil it.

"Don't look down!" Elion stepped onto the bridge. It swayed violently. "Cale," Elion said. "It feels loose." Cale stepped on behind him. He froze. He looked at the ropes. To Elion, they looked like hemp and nylon. To Cale, they were glowing. But it wasn't the usual black glow of a Death Thread. It was something else. A chaotic, jagged red line mixed with the black. Human interference, Cale realized. Amplified by Fate.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

“What do you mean I’ll give Victor my power?” Elira didn’t answer immediately. She was staring beyond them, her pale eyes scanning the treetops like something unseen lingered just beyond the shadows. “There is a thread,” the seer murmured, “a thin red string tied between your heart and his. Not love, not lust...... Something older. A tether of destiny warped by darkness.” Callum stepped closer, his protective aura rising. “Unwarp it. Cut it.”

Cranes soared above Ghostspire Citadel. Almost everyone witnessed this scene. That man, noble and unattainable, was gentle to the extreme before her. Amelia looked at him, and suddenly reached out to grasp Carl's wrist, feeling the faint pulse beneath his skin—though he was a ghost, his pulse beat so passionately, so vividly. She was indeed afraid—afraid she might not make it out of the formation. But when her fingertips brushed the red string on Carl's wrist—the one she had woven herself with karma—and saw it intertwined with the red string on her own wrist, inseparable and unbreakable.

Then she eyed Clarrise with disappointment. "Well, I do hope you will not regret this, brother." Nereza stormed out of the room after she uttered those words. "Summon a witch. I want this done on Rees' twentieth birthday," I ordered, dismissing Markus. And so, on Clarrise's twentieth birthday, I did something that change my fate, our fate. "Alpha Lucien, are you certain about this?" the witch asked with uncertainty. "Once your red string is broken you will no longer find your mate. You will forever be separated from her," she continues.