The Red Thread Of Fate Novels & Stories

" 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

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.

suspicion would only grow. Serene's eyes narrowed as she took a step forward, but I took a step backwards, plopping my hands down. Their expectant gazes bored into me, waiting for me to admit my fate. And so, slowly, I unfurled my clenched fist to reveal the crimson thread. My stomach lurched as watch myself to slowly opened my fingers, revealing the stump of a string, a mere inch long. My hunches was right all along then — I now hold the shortest string the predetermine my cursed fate. Fucking great.

He wants me to experience this event, raw and first hand. Up until this moment, the string of destiny has been a mere lore to me. But a lore I believed devotedly so. The thread of fate represents the cord that the Moon Goddess uses to tie fated mates so that they may find their paths to each other, regardless of time, location, social status, and situations in life. Tears continue to fall as I feel the mating cord finally tie and bind me to my mate. As the mating thread tethers Cillian and me to a lifelong bond as fated mates, our past memories entwine acting like a bridge to each other’s soul. Bonded as one.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

They looked me over as if confirming something before conjuring a book before us. "This book was created for you when you were born from the collective dark magic of the Spirit clan. The prophecy you found in your mate's archives was known to our clan long before your birth. It spoke of twin fae, born under a red moon, destined to exterminate the vampire threat once and for all, reuniting all five kingdoms in the process." I felt myself stiffen. The mention of twins born under a red moon had reminded me of the hollowness in my chest. My twin was dead, the enemy had murdered him in an attempt to reignite the war between the water and fire clans. I missed him terribly.

It must be my imagination. My heart is thundering. Rogues are there. Hunt and kill them all. I fight. I love it. Kill them all. Kill everyone. My fury takes over, and the red mist descends. Kill them all for taking her from me.

My throat went dry as I asked, "What does it want to do?" Gus pointed at the cave entrance. "Look at that constantly flickering red light. The beast has injected its poison into its core. It aims to harness its remaining power to shatter the core into powder, utilizing the forest's toxic mist to refine it into red clouds that ascend into the sky, only to fall as rain. "The entire village will be thoroughly saturated with the enchantment. All the villagers will die from uncontrolled lust, turning into blood that seeps into the soil. This will become nourishment for the Temptress to prepare for its next reincarnation."

His expression was filled with worry. “Aiden,” he began softly, “don’t you think it’s time to move on? It’s been months. We haven’t heard from Rose since that day. Everyone’s searched everywhere. If she was still alive, we would’ve found her by now.” I looked at him silently for a long moment, then shook my head. “She’s not dead, Fred,” I said firmly, though my voice cracked at the end. “Everyone can say what they want, but I know she’s alive. I can feel it. The mate bond isn’t broken. If she were gone, I wouldn’t feel this way.”

“He thinks he's my fated mate or something.” Nancy choked on her coffee, spluttering slightly. “Seriously?” I rolled my eyes. “I know, right? I’ve been waiting years for my fated mate, and when the mysterious son of Kiran Cadelyn comes into play and helps me one time, he assumes he’s my mate.” Her eyes squinted, “Well…I kind of had a feeling about that, too, Sets.” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Did we do something I can’t remember?