Threads Of Fate Novels & Stories

The blinding light was so powerful that the corrupted wolves hissed. Then, to our amazement, the glowing threads of the light surrounded us, activating golden lines settling between every warrior. I stared in shock. “What is that?” “Fate lines,” Sheila mumbled and Ceres nodded in agreement. Immediately, the glowing threads connected everyone: the wolves, the warriors, and even those standing on opposite sides. For a moment, even the Dark Leader looked nervous. ‘This is our chance,’ Ceres communicated to me in the mindlink. Thankfully, Zane understood what was to be done. Quickly, he stepped beside me, his hand tightening around his sword.

Dear Readers, Love has a way of surprising us—especially when fate steps in. Thread of Destiny is a story about friendship, longing, and the magic of fated mates. It’s a sapphic paranormal romance that blends the thrill of unexpected love with the warmth of a second-chance connection.

Elias studied her for a long moment, reading her and doing all the things he did when he met something he did not yet understand. She held his gaze without difficulty, which was surprising because most people didn't. "Speak," he said at last. "Say whatever you came to say." She moved around the table, trailing one finger along the edge without looking down at the maps. As if she had already seen them. "There is a thread," she said slowly, "that runs through fate. It is quite literal to those of us who can perceive it. Every life is bound by threads,to choices, to people, to outcomes that are already written, and outcomes that are still being decided." She paused, her finger stopped moving. "

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.

Without hesitation, the three women reached out, their fingers brushing against the thread. As soon as they touch the thread, the void erupts into blinding light, and the woman’s form dissolves into countless fragments of stardust. “Remember,” her voice echoes faintly. “The threads of fate are delicate but unbreakable. Shape them wisely.” When the light fades, the world reappears but it is different. Familiar yet strange, whole yet incomplete. And above them, the stars burn brighter than ever, each one pulsing with a heartbeat uniquely their own.

To him, time was like an interloping of threads, all related to each other and the ultimate space, and in rare, yet possible cases, it was possible to bend those threads. Threads...threads of time...it rang a bell, but I wasn't sure where I had heard it from. I closed the book and fell on the chair. Time travel? Me? For what? So I can re-live some of the worst years of my life? I held my hair in handfuls and yelled, hoping that if I yelled hard enough, some miracle will take place and take me back to the time I belong. I have already lived past this. This is not my life any more.

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.

A thread of fate stretching between them taut, trembling. Unseen. Unspoken. Unstoppable.

“Not really.” “Then listen closely,” she said, laying her hand on the stone. “It happens once every few centuries. When the sun, moon, and Earth align just right, turning the full moon blood red. Wolves don’t celebrate it.” “Why not?” “Because it binds fate. Irrevocably.” I leaned forward. “How?” She looked me dead in the eye. “The Alpha’s sons were born under one.” My blood turned cold. She went on. “The Seer at the time collapsed mid-ritual. When the Seer woke, she said only one thing: "Three lives, one thread." Untouched, they remain safe. But if one thread is pulled, the rest unravel.”

After a brief pause, I still refused outright. "They don't deserve it." The bloody path I fought through in my last life was something Mona should walk herself this time. Jonah smiled faintly. "You and your sister really are different." With that, he went upstairs. Watching his back, a dead memory stirred. In the flames, I seemed to see that same figure running toward me. Or was that just a hallucination before death? Early the next morning, I received a notification that a large sum of money had been transferred out of my bank account.