The Red Thread Novels & Stories

Everything he is stands on you being alone at the end. So don't be. There was more. There was a part I read three times. One last thing... and this is the part the old woman made me swear to set down, though I don't fully follow it. She said: the thread runs both ways. He keeps a thread on you. It's how he finds you, life after life... the leftover of a bond he broke and never let go of. He believes it's his. He believes he's the one holding it.

But at last there is a suspicion happened with rosy. Usually alish laptop had red color cover, but now it is in black covered. I can see there is a small chip attached to it. *****

Cassandra bit her lips and carefully slipped away from the bed while her eyes were urgently looking for her dress. She almost pulled all of her hair when she tried to calm herself. Her soul almost left the body after the shock, and once again she screamed in silence. “Fuck. Shit. Asshole. You have sex with your friend’s boyfriend?” It's easy to spot her dress among the cluttered clothes on the luxurious carpet that covered the floor. The red burgundy pieces laid there a few feet from the bed.

It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind. The woman was in awe. She then glanced at the animals that surrounded her. In an instant, her jaw dropped, witnessing the unusual features of every animal. One had four eyes, while others had flowers growing from their antlers. The critters on the woman’s lap moved, softly bumping their scarlet nose against her. Their gem-like eyes widened as their irises dilated in excitement. The woman responded to them, carefully caressing their faces. As she bowed down to meet the critters’ gaze, strands of her hair got loose from the back of her ear. Promptly, the waves bounced. Revealing its bright red hue.

Aria wrenched herself away from the vision, her consciousness reeling. Too much, she thought desperately. I can't, this is too much… Focus, came Morgana's voice again. There's one more thread. One you haven't seen yet. "I don't want to see anymore," Aria tried to say, but her voice had no form in this place. You must. This one is different. This is the choice. Against her will, Aria found herself drawn to a fourth thread. This one pulsed with an ominous red light, and touching it felt like pressing on a wound.

“Wear it.” The seer reached back into her bag and pulled out a spool of red thread. “This thread was woven under a full moon,” she said. “Red binds life. It anchors the soul to the body.” She wrapped the thread carefully around the piece of wood, knotting it slowly and whispering words too old to understand. Then she opened a small vial. Clear liquid shimmered inside it. It was glowing faintly silver. “This is purified spring essence,” she said. “It washes away lingering corruption.”

He wasn't looking at the machine; he was looking at the First Thread—a massive, vertical pillar of silver-oil that stretched from the bottom of the abyss to the heights of the Centennial Sanctuary. "That’s the Thread of the Square, Darlene," Jackson-crow spoke, his constellation-form shimmering with a cold, golden light. "It’s the anchor of the nineteenth cycle. It’s the memory of the night Jackson turned his back on you, codified into a Universal Constant. As long as that thread remains unbroken, the 'Rejection' is the law of the world".

She fled the state of deepness. Her soul floated in the dark void. Here, nothing existed, no feeling, no emotions. Time warped in this place. Spent an hour here and only few minutes would pass in the physical world. A thin arm length blue thread protruded from her chest. It was her connection. The thread was sleek, and it glowed with blue misty light. This thread kept all things alive. If severed or burned-out, it was death for the said person. Her connection was among the weakest, so using it wouldn’t do her any good. And only she knew about the connection in her village as she was the only one who had been to outside world.

" it was made for me, what is this legend, I want to know." "The legend states that those who are united by this red thread are destined to become soul mates and will live an important story, no matter how much time passes or circumstances they encounter in life. The red thread can tangle, stretch, tighten or wear out, but never break; your destiny is and always will be to be together, never doubt it, and have faith in each other." Seeing this bracelet again, that memory came back to my mind, as if it was yesterday. END FLASHBACK

Her eyes unfocused, silver light flickering faintly beneath her skin. “I see futures,” she said finally. “Not paths. Outcomes.” The ground beneath us hummed. “In one,” she continued, “I carry the Thread forward. I become a bridge.” My chest tightened. “And in another,” she said, voice softer, “I sever it.” The Thread screamed. “And live,” Rowan said sharply. “Yes,” Seren replied. “But the Thread does not.” I swallowed hard. Edrin spoke. “The Thread cannot be destroyed. Only released or reborn.”