The Red String Of Fate 소설 & 이야기

He will make it work for them. Eric walked out of the house and out of the forcefield. He closed it up quickly as he walked away. IN THE PALACE “The red strings is broken, and Chaos is coming,” said William. “Red strings?” asked Eric. “In ancient times red strings are marriage between two fated ones. These fated ones are created by heaven’s will. They will both stop Chaos when it comes clashing into earth. However, because the red strings were undone, Chaos is coming faster than we expected.”

Inessa gulped hard before sighing to prepare herself for dropping another bad news. "Morgan's red string of fate had vanished." Romero stared at the enchantress as if he wasn't able to understand what she meant but all of them knew what that was supposed to mean. "Morgan... Morgan is now mateless." The enchantress uttered as he stared down at the peacefully sleeping young man. His face looked so solemn now that he wasn't thinking about anything. Inessa sighed as she pulled herself away from the bed and turned to the couple behind her. "I've seen a vision of a red string snapping before, but I really didn't expect that it would be his strings. I'm sorry but I'm afraid we can't do anything abo

he sighs and grips my shoulders. “That ribbon you’re seeing is called a Red Thread of Fate, which means you’re Gabriel’s Fated. But you have to promise me right now that you will not mention it to him. Promise me right fucking now, Katherine or both of you will die.”

"He wanted me. I don't know why but as soon as I saw him, he stared right through my soul, it was like he could see my future, my past, and my present all in the blink of an eye. It was insane." "That's how they work," Ethan said with a nod. "They get in your head and they memorize your string with the Fates, they can follow it from beginning to end." "My string with the Fates?" Ellie asked with a frown. What was he talking about? "Your life string with the Fates. Each person has a string showing their life from beginning to end and the Fates control each string. Some are short, some long, but they are all woven together in a vast, beautiful tapestry. The intersections of each string determi

You couldn't have one without the other, and each side held a small piece of its opposite, giving us the power to understand the balance. I looked around the room, and everything became abundantly more clear. Rudi and Kaleb denied the truth of their own destiny as mates because they didn't trust Fate. My cousin, I guess, was Team Fate, and her mate didn't know which side to choose. A human was here, but only because she so easily succumbed to the fleeting desires of that red string. My own mate, even, had no power to work against it. If he did, I wouldn't have been sitting on his lap.

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

Her fingers are shaking beneath the wide long sleeves of her white robe. “Do you understand the responsibilities as the wielder of strings bear?” “Let people meet their loved ones.” I immediately answered. She smiled and the air around her flutter. “Yes, and other things too.” She took one tainted with black string and offered it to me. “Strings are the foundation of Fate in this world. People can’t change nor alter what they’re destiny is, even when they try numerous ways to change their path. If Fate decides you will die today, you will die. But you, my mistress, has the power to change other people’s fates in your hands -”

Dante actually answered her, his tone surprisingly polite and relaxed as he stood close to my side, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulder. "You two have a very strong bond," a grandmother who grants them bracelets whispered, reaching under her counter and pulling out two simple, braided cords made of deep red and black thread. She reached out, tying one around my wrist and gesturing for Dante to hold out his hand so she could tie the matching one around his massive wrist. She patted our hands gently, promising it would keep them together forever. "The threads of fate are tricky, but these will ensure your hearts always find the way back to each other, no matter how far the world tries

she pouts and the uncertainty shines in her eyes. Marie stands up clapping her hands together, “a contract, they will sigh contracts and if either falter on it, then,” she looks between us, “you will leave both, neither will be able to claim you, we can cast a spell that will remove the fated bond and the destined one.” I watch as Whisper’s eye brows shoot straight up, “we can do that.” Marie waves her hand, “of course, people sign contracts all the time…” Whisper shakes her head, “no break the bonds, why not just go ahead and do that in the first place, neither will know and then neither will feel it, the pull or any of it.”

The man was a walking contradiction. “Actually,” I said, looking at the silver-haired stranger, a new defiance hardening my voice. "No, I'm not." I held out my hand, a clear invitation. He started to reach for me, a polite gesture. But then my world spun. One second, my feet were on solid ground. Next, I was airborne. Not floating. More like… snatched. My head swam for a second as the ground disappeared. I found myself slung over a shoulder, the familiar scent of Ace’s stupidly musky but sweet scent suddenly suffocating. If he weren’t my fated mate, his scent probably would’ve been drenched in the smell of whiskey. Damn it was strong.