The Red Thread Of Destiny Novels & Stories

Like just a second would be enough for them to tear us apart. 'Why are you helping us?' jessica asks. 'As I said, I don't like you'll here' says the alpha and continues 'Now leave and never return to this forest' 'Where should we start looking?' I ask. 'Destiny is bound to open paths for those who care to see' saying so the alpha turns to leave and the remaining pack follows, while the animals on the right corner seem to be eager for a chance. 'Lets go now' urges Jessica and pulls me along. We walk hoping its the right way and reach the tangled roots again, but this time the roots open up and make a path for us to pass through easily.

For all the universe, the web of interconnected galaxies it's worth, two evergreen souls will endlessly interlace with each other's destiny. A pretty string adorning the colour of blood. A string immeasurably stronger than the fibres of steel, purer than the purest gold. Is it someone's pinnacle, or their downfall? To be oh so intertwined with the one you're destined to love, or to be doomed to the same person, no matter which era you enter. To never be apart, or to never escape? No one knows. Do you know? Is it beautiful, or is it hideous? Does this phantom string even exist, or did our hopelessly hopeful minds conjure it?

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

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 was sure he was in good hands, just not sure who his parents were by name but she knew they were rich and would love him. Perhaps, she thought, if he was with her he'd also be dead by now. She was happy for him. A thought rushed through her mind. She quickly took her phone and opened the bible app on it. She scrolled through and found a verse: Timothy 1:7; Lord, you have not given me the spirit of fear, therefore, I resist every form of fear that Satan may want to instill in me through this dream, in the name of Jesus. Fear, I bound you, I come against you, I cast you out of my mind and domain right now, in Jesus name.

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

"Each thread represents a choice, a moment of destiny. You must follow the threads that resonate with your hearts and lead you to the Harmonic Shard." The heroes stepped forward, their fingers brushing against the threads as they followed their intuition. Each thread revealed glimpses of lives intertwined, decisions made, and the consequences that followed. They navigated the intricate web, their hearts guiding them through the labyrinth of fate.

“What do you mean I’ll give Victor my power?” Elira didn’t answer immediately. She was staring beyond them, her pale eyes scanning the treetops like something unseen lingered just beyond the shadows. “There is a thread,” the seer murmured, “a thin red string tied between your heart and his. Not love, not lust...... Something older. A tether of destiny warped by darkness.” Callum stepped closer, his protective aura rising. “Unwarp it. Cut it.”

“Not really.” “Then listen closely,” she said, laying her hand on the stone. “It happens once every few centuries. When the sun, moon, and Earth align just right, turning the full moon blood red. Wolves don’t celebrate it.” “Why not?” “Because it binds fate. Irrevocably.” I leaned forward. “How?” She looked me dead in the eye. “The Alpha’s sons were born under one.” My blood turned cold. She went on. “The Seer at the time collapsed mid-ritual. When the Seer woke, she said only one thing: "Three lives, one thread." Untouched, they remain safe. But if one thread is pulled, the rest unravel.”

"Each thread represents a choice, a possibility. Weave them with intent, and the tapestry of destiny will resonate with the harmony you seek." Cassia, her eyes fixed on the loom, asked, "Can we truly shape our destiny, even after the echoes have been set in motion?" The echo-Ezra nodded. "The echoes are not fixed; they are fluid. Your choices, even now, can influence the weave. Embrace the convergence, guardians, and let the threads of possibility guide you." As the guardians approached the celestial loom, the Celestial Harp emitted a soft melody, harmonizing with the threads of fate. With determined resolve, they began to weave, crafting a destiny that echoed with the harmony of their inten