The Red Thread Novels & Stories

sat beside her and gently wiped her blood by back of his sleeves, “why is this happening so frequently to you, Didn’t you said you already got solution on it?” Mike questioned her however she ignored his questioned and hastily wiped remains of blood stain of her face “I told you it’s because of stress and nothing else” She said while Mike kept looking at her with suspicious look “let’s go..” she said breaking her eye contact with him, they both stood up and with long steps Erica quickly followed Aslam as Mike and Meenakshi followed behind her, once they all reached near palace a familiar smell hit their nose “Is is… it red sandalwood smell?” Meenakshi questioned Aslam “Yes Its Red Scandalwo

And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string. Beautiful... ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

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.

,I smiled ignoring the cold sweat on my forehead. "I just care about you",he says, kissing my forehead. " We all stand witness to the joining of two souls, embracing the blessing the goddess has given her creation, Syrus and Eden may your souls bond and intertwin as this thread",she said and Yedira wrapped Syrus and I with red thread. "The earth,water,fire stand in witness of your unity,for the many years to come in spirit and body may your souls always find each other ,in different lifetimes, may this red thread help you to always find each other, Syrus you may mark your mate",

Well, except the wave of nausea that suddenly hit me. I staggered forward, only to be pulled back by my ankle. I swiveled to find a red thread tied around it. I looked closer and I noticed it wasn't just red. Gold too. It looked familiar... Like the color of... blood... It tugged again, jarring me from my thoughts. Ah. I remembered it. From a dream. I bent and untied it, held the thread in my palm. It felt strong. Like steel, yet it looked so delicate. I tugged back at it, wanting to see what was at the other end of it.

My collection has been given a prominent space, and several people are already gathered around, discussing my work quietly. “Iris, this is extraordinary,” Hunter murmurs as we walk slowly through the exhibition space. “You’ve outdone yourself.” A warm glow of pride spreads through me. I glance over at my star piece, which I’ve titled “Red Thread”. It’s an image of a hand tangled in a thin red thread. The thread wraps so tightly around some of the fingers that they’re beginning to turn purple. In some spots, the thread cuts straight into the skin, beading red blood along the surface of the palm—specifically where the “life line” is. The thread eventually moves off the canvas altogether, indic

Behind them, the group of red bugs swarmed up. “That’s troublesome!” Claudia looked grim now. She pulled the thread tight with her hands. The threads were super powerful—their surfaces were covered with deadly energy. No one really knew what they were made of. Anyway, under Claudia’s control, the two threads became extremely scary. Patterns emerged from them and barged into the insects. “Switch!” Claudia bellowed before the red thread turned into a large web, trapping the two golden bugs. In the next second, they were captured by the web, unable to break free for now.

And to my astonishment, the lock clicked open, revealing the secrets concealed within. Eagerly, I reached inside the safe and retrieved the file that had caused so much turmoil in my life. My hands trembled with a mix of anticipation and fear as I leafed through its contents, my eyes scanning the words and symbols that confirmed its significance. The repetition of "VH14" throughout the pages confirmed that I had indeed found what I had been searching for.

When I was ten years old, I suddenly gained the ability to see red threads connecting people’s heads. Only those who had actually slept together would be bound by this unavoidable red line. Over the years, two extra red threads popped up over my father’s head, driving my mother to threaten to file for divorce again and again. Because of this, loyalty became the single most important thing I looked for in a partner. In the end, I chose Jasper—a modest, reserved man whose head was completely clean. On the night before our wedding, my bridesmaids hosted a bachelorette party. We played a game where whoever lost had to hand over their phone for the rest of us to snoop through. When it was my

It was a serious caution. The Fates broke the thread that was attached to so many other threads, because a thread is a symbol of life. Someone was going to die when a thread snapped. It was so vivid, so genuine, so menacing. It seemed like a sign that something negative was about to happen. The Shadows. Many people would perish as a result of being connected to someone.