Threads Of Fate Novels & Stories

her eyes were misty as she asked. "Zenia, I want you to know that we are fated" He replied instead "Fated?!"she scoffed. "What fucking fate?" "I do not know why, I do not know how I got invovled with a feeble human like you, but all I can say for now is that we are fated"he continued despite her reaction. "The fate you talk about has destroyed me!"she yelled, tears finally leaving her eyes. "Maybe because you run away from it" he suggested.

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.

"Together, we'll find a way." Yet, as we prepared to confront this new threat, from the depths of the Nexus emerged a singular, silver thread, shimmering and fragile. It connected to my heart, pulsating in tandem with my heartbeat. The thread of destiny had been revealed, signaling that the fate of the universe was, in part, tied to my own.

His thrusts grеw morе еrratic, morе frеnziеd, еach onе a sеaring brand lashing across hеr sеnsеs. Sarah tееtеrеd on thе еdgе of thе abyss, еvеry fibеr of hеr bеing coilеd taut in brеathlеss anticipation of thе rеlеasе that dancеd maddеningly just out of rеach. Shе nееdеd it, cravеd it with a hungеr so primal it dеfiеd rationality.

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Ema scoffed knowingly while walking inside the apartment. “That man probably checks if you’re breathing every five minutes now.” Hazel smiled helplessly because… honestly? Accurate. Ema turned toward her immediately. “Wait.” A suspicious narrowing of eyes. “He left you alone?” Hazel sat down carefully on the couch. “He had meetings, Ema. He already postponed work for a month because of me.” “And?” Ema crossed her arms dramatically. “If my pregnant best friend almost fell into another dimension down the stairs, I’d never leave her side again.”

The ancient paper pulsed faintly beneath my fingers, its symbols inked in blood-red and fading gold. I had been studying it for hours, tracing the runes, trying to understand why some moved when I blinked while others stayed frozen. My notes were scattered around me, filled with fragments that barely made sense: Where shadow drinks blood, the line must be drawn. Flame answers blood. The heir must burn or rise. A mark appears before the fall of fate. I didn’t understand. Asena stirred inside me. Not alarmed—but watching. Alert. Her energy pressed softly against my skin, like she was tracking something I hadn’t noticed yet.

“The fates are three ancient magical women who weave threads for every living thing.” “Threads?” Xander asked. “Yes, these threads are life. The life of everything alive is held in a single thread which is connected to what we call ‘the core’” The more he explained the more new questions began to form in my head. “What is the core?” “It is what you call destiny.” It answered. “All threads are tied to the core, the thread is a path that guides you to the core— your ultimate purpose in life. But, this path is not straight or guaranteed to be easy. It is shaped by your choices— every single decision one makes.”

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.

The threads thrummed with a strange warmth. "There are rules to the threads," Rune said. "Each bond is sacred, yes. But they are also a circle. A pattern. You add too many—" "And it shatters," she whispered, finishing for him. He nodded slowly. "Not all threads can hold the fifth." She stared at the shimmering cords, her thoughts a thunderstorm of fear and awe. "I thought bonding was... fate. Natural. Why would it break me?" Rune looked at her, and something flickered across his face. "Because you are not ordinary, Veyra. You're not just a girl with four mates. You're the thread all others weave around."

"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."