The Red Thread Novels & Stories

To him, time was like an interloping of threads, all related to each other and the ultimate space, and in rare, yet possible cases, it was possible to bend those threads. Threads...threads of time...it rang a bell, but I wasn't sure where I had heard it from. I closed the book and fell on the chair. Time travel? Me? For what? So I can re-live some of the worst years of my life? I held my hair in handfuls and yelled, hoping that if I yelled hard enough, some miracle will take place and take me back to the time I belong. I have already lived past this. This is not my life any more.

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

I felt both piercing pain and maddening itching, as if I was about to explode into a pile of ash. Suddenly, a red orb fell down. All those men and women instantly turned to dust and vanished.

They saw the thread of the Cradle,a brave, green shoot. They saw the thread of theStar Cradle, a long, hopeful line stretching into the dark. They saw the thread of Elysia,a crystal strand now sparkling with a thousand new colors. And they saw other threads, countless others, some bright, some faint, some tangled, some broken. The universe was not a collection of separate songs. It was a single, vast, living Weave. And their journey, their mission, had been to repair a single, crucial section of it.

"The Knight may come. But be warned... the Tailor’s shop is not for the faint of heart. He specializes in 'alterations.'" We stepped into the carriage. The interior was larger than it looked from the outside—much larger. The walls were lined with thousands of spools of thread, but the thread wasn't made of cotton or silk. It was glowing. Some strands were a pale, weeping blue; others were a violent, angry red. "What are these?" I whispered, reaching out to touch a strand of shimmering gold. "Don't," the man warned sharply. "Those are life-lines, Kaima. If you break one, a soul somewhere in the world snaps with it. The Tailor is currently working on the 'Capital Tapestry.' It’s a very delicat

him. "He thinks he can take it back," I muttered, staring at my reflection. My eyes looked wide, the pupils blown out. "He thinks he can expose the Sunder-Link." I grabbed my burner phone from the nightstand. I needed to know who the real Red Savior was. If I could find the official name on the Tithe registry, I could prove John was a fraud before he even opened his mouth. I’d make him look like a liar on top of everything else. I typed a message to my contact in Officer Miller’s office: Find the name on the Sacrificial Contract. Now. I don’t care who you have to bribe.

“You said you’re versed in knowledge. Do you know what it means?” He stepped closer, leaning over slightly to read. For a moment, his expression didn’t change. Then it did. Slowly. But I saw it. “What?” I pressed. “What does it say?” He didn’t answer immediately. His gaze lingered on the text a second longer before he straightened. Then he spoke. “Three souls, one thread,” he read quietly, “pull any end and all will bleed.” Silence fell. The words settled heavily in the room, wrapping around us like something alive. I frowned, my mind already trying to piece it together. “Three souls…”

Seeing the rigid set of his shoulders and the way his pupils bled into the dark gray of his irises made Willow second-guess the daring cut of her silk dress. They were entirely isolated in the coastal silence of Redwood Bay, far from the prying eyes of the pack. He hadn't even caught sight of the nonexistent back of the garment yet.

“I saw Vespera. She was with Ravindra.” Caroline’s hand paused midair. For a split second, her polished composure cracked. Her eyes narrowed, flashing with a momentary flicker of alarm before she masked it with a sneer. “So? The little mouse found a new hole to hide in. Why do you care? You should be happy she’s someone else’s problem now.” “She didn’t look like a mouse, Caroline,” Randell growled, stopping in front of her. His jaw tightened. “She looked… different. And Ravindra called her ‘V.’ He said she’s the one holding the tech for the merger.”

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.