The Red Thread Of Fate Novels & Stories

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

He attempted to step away from it, but he couldn't because it kept on following him. Then I remembered what I had seen at the garden's entrance before we entered. Debitus constitutus promissio(Debt Establishment, promise.) It was written in block letters and a language I didn't know I could comprehend until now. No one was able to read it, not even Maya. Aiden had vowed, and he wouldn't escape from it until he fulfilled his wish or until he was dead. He clasped the sword, and his eyes bored into mine. “I'm sorry,” He muttered.

Vivian had been so consumed by jealousy that her eyes turned red as she stood among those seeing me off, muttering to herself over and over again, "I should've been the Boss's wife. If only I had met the heir first." Now that she had been given a second life, she could not wait to seize what she believed was her rightful happiness. What she did not know was that meeting Luca was not the beginning of happiness at all. It was the start of an even more terrifying nightmare.

Jonah leaned down and whispered in my ear. "The real reason is that I've always loved you." I froze. He continued, "In my past life, Mona took your place and married me. After that, I realized she was never the one I wanted. But you…" His fingertips brushed my cheek, his voice low. "I've always wanted to give you the world." My heartbeat skipped. So the tragedy of my last life wasn't only because of Mona's greed. It was also because what she stole had always been my destiny to begin with.

Aria noticed a red thread of fate in her pinky finger, binding her to Cain's wolf and a black thread of fate, stained with blood, binding her wolf with Kael's wolf. "Snow!" she whispered. "Light and darkness can't work together. The moon goddess knows what she is doing. You have to remember how hurt we felt." she said, raising her pinky finger so Snow could see. Snow whimpered softly, staring back and forth between her black thread of fate and Aria's red thread. "But I want Kael."

"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.

"These two are fated mates. Chosen by powers older than our pack. Older than our blood." *Fated mates.* The room erupted. Voices shouting. Questions. Denials. But the seer raised her hand. Silence fell like a hammer. "I have seen their thread. Red as blood. Strong as steel. Woven through seven lifetimes. Always finding each other. Always choosing each other." Seven lifetimes. Just like Evangeline said. Monica. Seraphina. Lily. All of them. All us.

"I wish it didn't have to be like this." "I know." A hiccup escaped her. "I was never supposed to get married. Never supposed to get pregnant. It was written in my destiny. But I just had to go and defy the goddess, and now this is happening to our child." "It's not your fault, Freya. The prophecy was just wrong." She peered up at him, her red-rimmed eyes searching his. "Don't say that, Alex. The moon goddess is never wrong."