The Red Thread Novels & Stories

ALICE Different colors of strings came out from the red book, swirling, tangling, forming a loop around me. As if it wants to tie me around its knotted threads. “What is this?” Black white and red burst out like fireworks. I’ve never seen strings this much without people. Thrice when I was in crowds, I saw many. But most are black. None are white. Some have red. In their pinky, in their hearts. Black strings ruled over hearts. Humans are full of hatred. They can lie straight in their faces, in their smiles, but they can never lie through the string.

Then the battlefield crumbled into ash, and I was falling again. I woke on the cavern floor, shivering. My body slick with sweat, my hands trembling like I’d just fought for my life. Elyra stood above me, arms crossed, calm as ever. “You saw it,” she said. I pushed myself up. “I saw… too much.” She nodded. “That’s what the Threadstream does. It doesn’t show truth. It shows possibility.” “I destroyed everything.” “You might. But not because you’re evil, Thorold. Because you’re unbalanced. Untethered.”

“This is a big treasure for Red Woods. Based on its presence, I can tell that these are ages ago and revealing it will bring a significant change in this world as it contains the past. The past that was forgotten and erased by the war. Thank you so much.” “I will call you as quickly as possible if we successfully opened the other barrel. But for now, relax yourselves and enjoy this view. I’ll get going,” The Reds thanked the Chairman and watched him and his team go. “Relax my ass,” Jet hissed. He won’t have the promising peace this place wants unless he knows everything that connects his family to Red Woods. “Raze, are you okay?” Saint asked. Raze was sitting on the river bank, arms on his f

After all, I'm not going to ruin her yet; just a little scared. "After I came back, a mysterious figure came into my dream," I say. "He told me I should give up my love for the Crown Prince or else the Red Witch will put a curse on me." "What?!" Rebecca gasped and cried. "How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her."

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

Like they'd always been there. "I noticed," Zoya said. Her voice came out wrong. Not sharp. Not composed. Caught. She shifted, trying to pull away. His grip tightened — just a fraction. Not enough to trap her. Enough to stop her. Enough to say wait. "You're still holding my shirt," he murmured. His gaze dropped — briefly — to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. Heat climbed up her neck. "I'm checking the thread count," Zoya snapped, reflex arriving late. "It's lower than I expected. Very disappointing, Raiyan."

It was a text from Elena: Elena: You found it, didn’t you? Bella’s fingers hovered over the screen. Bella: He’s been spying, Elena. On all of us. There was a pause. Then— Elena: Then he’s not the man you think he is anymore. The red thread isn’t just decoration, Bella. It’s a warning. Bella’s breath trembled. “A warning for what?” she murmured aloud. Then another vibration. This time, a new message—one that froze her blood.

Or… destroy it entirely. One strand caught her gaze. It was red, but not the red of blood or fire—it was older, the red of essence, the original dye of spirit. Another thread next to it pulsed with violet light, coiling around itself like a memory in denial. They were connected. But not tightly. There was room—room for her to choose.

"Don't look down!" Elion stepped onto the bridge. It swayed violently. "Cale," Elion said. "It feels loose." Cale stepped on behind him. He froze. He looked at the ropes. To Elion, they looked like hemp and nylon. To Cale, they were glowing. But it wasn't the usual black glow of a Death Thread. It was something else. A chaotic, jagged red line mixed with the black. Human interference, Cale realized. Amplified by Fate.

*"The Crown is not for mortal hands." Kelly stepped forward, Nyxara's shadows curling at her fingertips. "We're not here to steal. We're here to *bargain*." --- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The fen was a battlefield of teeth and treachery. Selene's wolves clashed with Rhydian, their eyes hollowed by the Threader's influence. Eden grappled with the seed, his veins alight as he fought to contain its pull. The Threader itself wove through the chaos, needle-fingers stitching the air into portals, its kin spilling forth.