The Red String Of Fate Novels & Stories

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

" 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.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

"Then I will gift this soul a chance; a single chance to rewrite her cruel destiny. If she still pursues the life given by fate, then she will still become a vengeful soul with no chance for reincarnation." Selene opened her left palm. On cue, a beaten red string appeared. The red string was worn out with snapped sides as if someone—or something—tore its other half on purpose; it was a red string that belonged to someone whose other half had long died. "Selene, what are you doing? You know that we cannot do this. It will be against the laws of the Heavens." Remus reached out for Selene's hand but stopped midway upon seeing the tear-stricken silver eyes of his wife.

Sam added and I nodded. Charles looked at me. “Super crazy special mate?” I nodded. “For me, chosen mates look like a thread of white. Fated are a red thread. But there is a third. It’s not just a thread though. It’s a thick braid. It’s a connection that surpasses that of even a fated mate.” His eyes widened and he nodded. “But get this. One or both who have the gold braid usually have a fated red thread. So in order for the gold thread to even be acknowledged, that fated mate has to die.” Sam was excited to be talking about this again.

Everything still looked hopelessly mixed together. Then something caught my attention—a strange, ugly thread appeared among the others. It was dark and messy, tangled into violet, deadly knots. It didn’t feel like it belonged in this world at all. It looked forced, as if someone had tried—and failed—to mimic the true pattern of the goddess of fate, twisting it into something evil, sinful, and corrupt. And it was wrapped around the witch’s pale wrist. There it is. I finally found it. I snapped my eyes open, holding onto that strange pull of fate with everything I had. I couldn’t afford to lose it now. All I needed was the right moment—just one opening—to take hold of the witch’s thread and se

It was a delicate red string. "Just a string?" Caspian picked it up. After a closer look, he was sure that it was indeed a red string, and it seemed to be hand-woven. Although it was gorgeous, it was just an ordinary cord, and it was not any magic treasure. Moreover, it did not appear to be expensive too, Then, Caspian noticed at the ends of the delicate red string, and there was a buckle and clasp made of gold, which made it look extremely exquisite.

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with. I looked up at him and smiled lightly. "Then how do you plan to make it up to me?" Jonah curved his lips and pulled me into his arms. "With a lifetime. Is that enough?" Jonah gave me a grand wedding. The moment he held my hand was the first time since my rebirth that I truly felt alive. On the wedding day, I saw my parents. Their eyes were red as they reached out with trembling hands, trying to grab mine. My gaze, however, was cold.

It must be my imagination. My heart is thundering. Rogues are there. Hunt and kill them all. I fight. I love it. Kill them all. Kill everyone. My fury takes over, and the red mist descends. Kill them all for taking her from me.