Novel & Cerita Threads Of Fate

" They all chorus together repeatedly. The sky finally gave in, allowing the crimson blood rain pour down on me. This was blood, I was completely drenched in blood as the Fates warning continued replaying in my ears like a broken record. Darkness suddenly engulfed everywhere around me, and with a snapping sound of the golden scissors, my eyes flew open. I let out a strained gasp, drawing myself back to reality. I took a second to access where I was. I was at my desk, this was where I fell asleep, while reading my mother's family grimoire. What the bloody hell was that dream? It wasn't an ordinary dream, that's for sure. It was a strong warning. A thread represents life and the Fates snapped

"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.

As if I didn’t belong there, standing beside Aleksander like I mattered. Then she turned and walked away. Aden followed, his fists clenched, muttering something under his breath. I looked at Aleksander, waiting to see if he’d say something. He didn’t. He just reached for my hand. And for a second… I felt like maybe we made it through. But I also knew people like Emma don’t just walk away. Not when they lose. Not when revenge is still burning in their chest. This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning of what they’d do next.

“But why? She’s so young.” Ailm lowers her head slightly. “War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. I had no choice.” Caden reaches for her again—but freezes. On his palm, a strange mark glows: a circle with a cross inside. Ailm nuzzles it. “It’s like a current,” he says, shocked. “It’s an Ailm mark,” she explains. “We are fated. Not just mates—fated. A rare, divine connection.” Drake stiffens. “Will Baylee wear the same mark?”

They will all cry of blood and beg but no mercy. My heart suddenly felt a spung of pain but I neglect it. My tears are already in my eyes but I controlled it so much not to flow in my face. my hands are trembling with such anger but nothing can erase it. I tried to calm but as I remember those flowers, animals and the forest being burned with no mercy, my heart instantly feel agony. I felt deep pity for the lost lives that humans didn't realize. I felt deep anger to those who did that such crime. Maybe he was happy that he hurt the feelings of the owner by doing revenge in those flowers, but time will come he will die in frint of me. I unconsciously kneeled because of sympathy I can't hold o

“Yes, but in Lia’s case, it is complicated. The crest she wears can block others from sensing her wolf. Since the two of you have been around each other enough, even if she isn’t wearing the crest, the signs might not be noticeable. Fated mates are now rare, and some might even walk past their fated mate without ever realizing it. Some have even died because they met their fated mate but never knew it.” “You said a year, but I have known Lia for over six years. If we were fated to each other, wouldn’t she have gone into heat sooner?” I glanced at Silica for a split second before focusing on dodging through traffic. “Even if you two had met then, it wouldn’t have made a difference. You are ol

She beamed like the sun itself, her hair dancing in the breeze, her white dress billowing like a sail. Her eyes sparkled like the stars, and that smile—it was the warmest light I had ever known, though I had taken it for granted until it was gone. “Wendy…” Her name caught in my throat, and a sudden warmth stung my eyes. She tilted her head, flashing me a puzzled smile. “What’s got you so lost in thought? Come on, hurry up!” My legs moved on their own, my heart racing like a drum. Am I reborn? I wondered, the thought both thrilling and terrifying. Have I really come back to that moment?

The runes on the altar pulse once, twice and goes completely still. Then it happens. A thread of light. Faint. Trembling. Stretching from my chest outward. It flickers twice. Then splits into two threads. Both are dim. Both fighting to survive. Like two stars being born from the same fire and neither strong enough to shine. A sharp gasp escapes my lips. “What… what is this?” I whisper. The priestess looks shaken. “It shouldn’t be possible.” The threads waver. One pulls toward Tristan. The other…….the other veers back. To the shadows. To Thorne.

The Nexus awaited their decisions, and the threads of fate trembled with anticipation. As Sasha and Alec delved deeper into the Nexus, the threads of mortal lives intertwined with their every step. Aria, the stardust guide, appeared beside them, her presence shimmering with cosmic significance. "Sasha, Alec," Aria whispered, "within the Nexus, threads are not just stories; they're connections waiting to be formed. The choices you make will resonate through the cosmic web, creating bonds that transcend the limitations of time and space." A new thread, pulsating with an otherworldly glow, caught Alec's attention. It seemed to vibrate with an unspoken story. As h

Everything still looked hopelessly mixed together. Then something caught my attention—a strange, ugly thread appeared among the others. It was dark and messy, tangled into violet, deadly knots. It didn’t feel like it belonged in this world at all. It looked forced, as if someone had tried—and failed—to mimic the true pattern of the goddess of fate, twisting it into something evil, sinful, and corrupt. And it was wrapped around the witch’s pale wrist. There it is. I finally found it. I snapped my eyes open, holding onto that strange pull of fate with everything I had. I couldn’t afford to lose it now. All I needed was the right moment—just one opening—to take hold of the witch’s thread and se