The Red Thread Novels & Stories

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

“We would only be able to communicate through our minds. We will be alive but no motion or speech until our Core merges and becomes one. This state is the most crucial process. And we can easily be trapped in our minds if it's a more beautiful world to our subconscious than reality.” I sighed deeply and a small frown settled on my face. Another illusion test. Then he lifted the third. A tiny coil of black thread. At first, it looked ordinary until it shifted, catching the rays of light from the stars. Tiny sparkles glowed inside it, like fragments of constellations trapped in silk. “This,” he said, rubbing it gently between his fingers, “is called a soul-thread. It binds our intention. It ma

Cass's translation, which she qualified with three pages of methodological caveats, was: To the one who holds the thread when the thread is longest. I had read that sentence many times since Cass completed the translation in the second year after the northeast room was found. To the one who holds the thread when the thread is longest. The thread the correction ran on. The bloodline thread, the Greymoor line from before the covenant through my father's refusal and my grandmother's farmhouse to me. The network thread, from the original covenant design through the century of suppression through the rite and the chord to the Greater Network being built now. The thread of people who had contribut

he offered cautiously. His words hit me like a cold splash of reality. Is he really that terrified of commitment? Is that why he keeps bringing up a contract—just so he has a safety net? What about our child? Does he mean that once the five years are up, we just walk away from each other? "Russell," I said, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as I looked him dead in the eye. "It's your child. It was you that night, not Gary."

Someone had broken the lock. He immediately opened the drawer and fished through the various papers that were stocked in it, when a specific paper caught his eyes. More likely a picture. He gently grabbed the picture and what he saw made his blood boil. It was a picture of Lily and Rose laughing together. To be honest it was a very lovely picture. What made his blood boil was the Red Cross drawn over it with a marker. Dante knew what this meant. Whoever it was, he knew about the girls.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

The Nexus awaited their decisions, and the threads of fate trembled with anticipation. As Sasha and Alec delved deeper into the Nexus, the threads of mortal lives intertwined with their every step. Aria, the stardust guide, appeared beside them, her presence shimmering with cosmic significance. "Sasha, Alec," Aria whispered, "within the Nexus, threads are not just stories; they're connections waiting to be formed. The choices you make will resonate through the cosmic web, creating bonds that transcend the limitations of time and space." A new thread, pulsating with an otherworldly glow, caught Alec's attention. It seemed to vibrate with an unspoken story. As he touched it, visions unfolded—a

Randall intervened. Shanaia rolled her eyes. “My goodness, Randall, you’re not romantic at all!” “And what happened next?” Meredith asked. “I read something about red thread before and the Japanese people believe that soulmates will have a red thread tied around their little finger to symbolize the blood vessel from their hearts. Tying to the person you are destined to be with for life,” Marylex said out of nowhere then turned to Randall. “Do you understand now the meaning of the red thread?”

The sound was heavy, defeated. “You really want to know?” “Yes!” She sighed again and she cleared her throat. I was actually surprised. She seemed so adamant about it before. I just could not bring myself to believe she was actually going to give in. "Your biological father is—" Red threads appeared out of nowhere. They were different from the blue ones I'd created. These were darker, angrier and definitely not created by me. They shot through the air like living things. They wrapped around Martha's throat. She gasped. Her hands flew to her neck, clawing at threads she couldn't touch.

My best guess is that they are fated to save the people they are tied to with white threads. I see these threads constantly and it is a confusing mess, all the threads twisted around each other. Sometimes people mix up their blue threads with their red threads and end up in relationships that are doomed to fail. A lot of people have only one or two threads, or sometimes none at all. No one ever has more than one red thread though. One soul mate per person, no need to be greedy.