The Red String Of Fate Novels & Stories

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

“Don't tell me to calm down Phil, this doesn't make any sense. This was my only chance to find her man. My only chance.” He threw an arm around me. “I promise you, we'll find her. Don't worry. We will, you'll see.” With an exhausted nod, I allowed him to steer me out of the hospital, right as my phone began to ring. I reached for it only to see that it was Rosaline. With a roll of my eyes I swiped on the ignore button. I could already tell that things were not going to be the same anymore.

He wants me to experience this event, raw and first hand. Up until this moment, the string of destiny has been a mere lore to me. But a lore I believed devotedly so. The thread of fate represents the cord that the Moon Goddess uses to tie fated mates so that they may find their paths to each other, regardless of time, location, social status, and situations in life. Tears continue to fall as I feel the mating cord finally tie and bind me to my mate. As the mating thread tethers Cillian and me to a lifelong bond as fated mates, our past memories entwine acting like a bridge to each other’s soul. Bonded as one.

She wonders how she knew she seeks for something. "Your fate is cursed and it is not your fault but let it define you is your doing. Get ready for the pain your fate brings for it will sting and last for a lifetime. You will be the best Queen that lives but it all comes with it reward and it's punishment", the lady's smile drops. "He loves you and lives for you so please don't remember for it will change the cause of things and who you trust", Sasha looks at both our hand and I know there are a lot of questions replaying in her head.

Then, suddenly, he leans closer to her aghast face, whispering to her left ear, "if I can't take you back… Then, I have to claim you now. Whether you like it or not." Jaymianne felt a shiver down her spine as his breath crossed to her ear. She shook her head and pushed her away but he's too strong for her. And all of a sudden, Jaymianne yelped when he shoved her body down her bed with a smirk on his lips whilst his eyes gaze at her. "If I can't have you… then no one can." He uttered. After he accomplished using her weary body, her eyes slowly shut close yet she heard the last word coming from him before her eyes completely shut and fell asleep.

“Good! Because in this gala, only fate can choose who you spend your evening with, not you. So let fate choose!” The red scarf hovered right towards the ceiling of the hall and burst into red strings. The red strings rained upon us, tying around our little fingers. “Look for the one on the other end of your red string of fate. Come on! Go on! Meet your dates for the night!” Illumi said excitedly. People started moving around. No red string entangled with the other. Only the two people tied at the ends of a string could touch that string. An empty icy feeling churned in my stomach as I held my string.

Appearing for a brief moment, a glowing red string between Care and Eli. If only Care paid attention, she would have seen it... the anomaly. Since time immemorial, red string solely binds fated pairs. As to why when she held his hand before and nothing manifested while now it did was a question looming to be raised soon. Was the method given by Gallus at fault or was she?

None said a word, as I reached to unveil the face, my hands began to shiver, I felt like my world was turning upside down, it was like the whole universe shut down. "Don’t!" He said and I tremble, I gulped looking down at the body, I can’t do this, but I have to do this. I have to know whose body is. My mind tells me it’s Khalil but my heart tells me it’s not. I let out a breath and reached to unveil it but one of the men held my hand "Don’t!" He said "I have to, I have to know whose body it is." "I’m sorry miss but I can’t let you."

I respond, doubtfully. “Kiara Brooks is recorded as a magic that is all at once completely unique and not at all. She is the representative of one of the three sisters of fate. Her record doesn’t state which sister.” “Sisters of fate?” I question. “Yeah, I think the most commonly known version is that in Greek myths, maiden, mother, crone, ones who make, measure and cut the strings that represent a person’s life. Those sisters.” He explains. Huhs, that doesn’t sound exactly like my magic, but strings of fate are a definite connection. Could I be one of these representatives?