The Red Thread Of Destiny Novels & Stories

Energy poured into the throne. “I will give existence… order.” The symbols ignited. Threads of light burst outward into the cosmos. Each thread attaching itself to a living being somewhere in existence. Seraphine realized with horror what she was seeing. He was writing fate. Every thread was a life. Every glowing line was a destiny. And the throne controlled them all. Then the vision shifted again. Another figure entered the chamber. Seraphine froze. It was the immortal. But younger. Far younger. He stood beside the First Immortal, watching the threads of fate spread across reality.

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.

"To cut the threads of fate, you must understand the web of connections." She raised her hand, and a glowing thread appeared, weaving through the air. "This is the thread of destiny," Lyra explained. "It binds everyone together." I reached out, touching the thread. It pulsed with energy. "Each thread represents a connection," Lyra said. "Cutting one thread can change the course of destiny." I nodded, determination burning. "Show me how," I said. Lyra's smile grew wider. "First, you must identify the threads connected to Eberus."

Though they never really dared get too close to him anyway. But who wouldn't want to have Landon's attention? They didn't even care about rewards—just that face of his would make them happy to serve him. The Threadweaver fumbled around with his divination tools, muttering under his breath like he couldn't believe it. After he finished his divination ritual, he did it again. "This doesn't make sense. Our lord shouldn't have any romantic destiny at all. Not only has he grown some hair now, but he even has threads of destiny..."

Most importantly what will happen when destiny throws her into a maze that ends only at one place misery But between all this, the most important question is 'will she ever be loved ?' Join the journey of Natasha and the man who had played her well Liam Knights.

Prologue I saw you clear as sky, but why am I asking why? Have we met before? It feels like we’ve known each other for so long. Who are you? I really want to know you. “Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.” - Jacqueline Winspear

Master Song paused and looked outside the window, “Why destiny is being cruel to me? Why it snatched away my both kids from me? Gon ah, did I do something grave in my past life, for which I am being punished in such a cruel way…” Gon denied, “Master, it’s not like that. You have never done anything wrong in the past! Madam, Young Master and Miss aren’t closely related to you because… there might be something behind it. As Miss used to say, everything happens for a reason… Right! out of everyone else, only we are given a second chance to be with our dear ones!”

Fighting my destiny was like a never-ending battle where the end was already written. “I’ve known you since you were a child, Elijah,” Alipato slumped on the ground. He got all my attention. For the first time since I’ve known him, this was the first time he addressed me by name. “I might not know what the future holds for you, but I believe you are not meant to rule alone. And I’ve never seen a love so pure as what you and Rory have. The prophecy is taking its course, but fate is not always what it seems. It is cruel and unkind, but you have a good heart,” his eyes flitted to Rory’s paling form. “And so does Rory. Allow fate to lead your way, Elijah. Trust the love you have for each other.”

Now it was something more, maybe. “Emotions will overload your human mind and heart. If you hadn’t noticed it before tonight or when the dreams started. It is a simple way to make you pass out. Not a pleasant thing to do and she knows it. Well not all humans have this gift you see; it is part of your soul. Passed down from generation to generation in your bloodline,” Craven explained to her. “She is not one of us and shouldn’t be here,” Amèliä said with such venom in her voice, Majesta glared at her.

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.