The Red Strings Of Fate Novels & Stories

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.

“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?”

“It was like he just vanished. No one seemed to know where he went. It seemed like he relocated without telling anybody.” My chest tightened as I stared at him. The only connection to my past had been my foster father. Why would he just disappear without giving a clue? “The worst part is that when I noticed that the rogues were beginning to reduce, I tried to capture some of them so that we could question them, but all of them disappeared. Right in front of my eyes.” Fred said, frustration laced in his voice. “Just like that?” I asked, horrified. “Yes,” Fred said, shaking his head. “Like they were never there. The fact that they were able to use magic is what keeps amazing me. Someone with p

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

she said " No, I want to see my dad please," I said while crying Before she could reply, an older man ran into the room and asked her what was going on. Using that distraction as an opportunity, I removed the needle which was connected to my left hand but unfortunately for me, before I could stand up, they noticed and ran toward me, trying to stop me. while struggling with them, I felt a sting on my left lap before I slip into unconsciousness. Beep Beep

I'm just happy that people seem happy for us and I will always hold for this happiness. Fate brought us together unexpectedly. Fate played us bitterly. Fate has tested us endlessly. Fate has made us sacrificed separately, and fate brought us misery. But who would have thought that fate would bring us back together again? Maybe, that's how playful our fate is. That despite the challenges we experienced, here we are, still holding each other's hand, living with the love we have for each other. Axis and I started with the fake fiance and fiancee set-up, but things are different now. Things turned into reality now and I'm so happy that finally, Axis and I will be together and we'll work things o

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.

I yelled He wasn’t able to look me in the eyes, his face showed nothing but pity, and he pitted me. "Where is Khalil Rayan? Where is he? Tell me where he is." I yelled "I’m sorry." He mumbled I shook my head "No, no. You aren’t sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong did you?" I sniffed walking backward "Khalil is fine, I know he is, there isn’t anything wrong with him. He is fine, right Rayan?" I asked as tears streamed down my cheek "Right Rayan" I walked towards me "Tell me Khalil is me, tell me you are mistaken. Please tell me Khalil is fine." I whimpered

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

"2...." Just then, as my strings was lifted it into the dim light, a flash of recognition hit me when I felt a strong hunch that something's wrong with the feeling of a string of fate between my fingers. Like it was mysteriously small to touch. It seemed strange that what was meant to bind my destiny together felt so insubstantial and frail. I have a bad feeling about this though. "3!" In unison, them three opened their hands and revealed the red crimson strings they had picked. Beatrice spoke first, "Mine seems pretty long..." she revealed hers first — long, dangling past her elbow. The color was a deep wine hue, almost black in certain lights.