Redstring Stories

Let's get lost together. Share my pain, frustrations, and happiness. Let's all find her-my greatest love. Love, Reign STATUS: COMPLETE Filipino-English

That one gacha red string soulmate trend mixed with an honkai star rail and alice in borderland crossover. This fic is not focused on phaidei only, as it takes a while for mydei to be introduced in the borderlands. Focused on Castopher too (cipher x castorice for my yuri lovers) lowk doomed though. Might be ooc idfk Originally on my ao3 but decided to post it on here too

Hogwart is the same except you meet your soulmate with a red string. the red string will either make two people come together or fall apart. what could go wrong when Draco's time comes? *CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED* I apologize but this story is currently discontinued for now because of my lack of motivation and writer's block warnings ⚠: •possible swearing •possible fluff •bad grammer/bad writer (I was born unskilled and not very talented) •drarry (I'm sorry if you weren't looking for this ship) •other possible ships (Ronmione, pansmione, blairon, bleneville, etc...) •possible 2nd hand embarrassment •possibly cringy •possible possible's (Siruisly) •NO ABUSE OR ANYTHING SIMILAR •voldy moldy is D E A D (HAHA TAKE THAT YOU WRINKLY BUTT) • PLEASE. BE. KIND. (Rude or offensive comments will be removed •no one important dies, I promise • a drop of angst (probably not) The cover was drawn by ME the cover is by Drxrry_Taylor (which is ME) If used please ask permission Used IbisPaint X heHE (imagine Micheal Jackson's heHE) enjoy!

In a city full of noise, two opposite souls find themselves drawn into each other's quiet chaos, as if some connections are meant to find their way back, no matter how unlikely. Arnav Iyer, 25, is a warm-hearted entrepreneur and the owner of a multi-concept bookstore, a place where stories breathe, plants grow, and happiness is baked fresh every day. A natural sunshine, he believes life always offers something beautiful, even in its darkest corners. Yet behind his easy smiles and optimism lie unspoken wounds, turmoils he carries quietly, choosing to heal others while keeping his own pain locked away. Dhriti Sharma, 20, is a reserved and grumpy final-year BBA student, fiercely independent and driven by her dream of building something of her own. Guarded by past wounds, she keeps the world at arm's length, finding comfort in solitude, mountains, unfamiliar cultures, and fleeting escapes into nature. When their paths cross, it's anything but smooth, yet something about it feels strangely inevitable. Five years apart in age, opposite in temperament yet strikingly similar at heart, Arnav and Dhriti clash, resist, and misunderstand each other. What begins as irritation slowly turns into an unspoken pull, subtle, messy, and impossible to ignore. As buried traumas resurface and emotional walls begin to crack, they are forced to confront truths they've long avoided: about vulnerability, about healing, and about love that doesn't arrive loudly, but stays, patiently. Some connections don't fix you. They simply sit with you while you learn to breathe again. Threads of Fate: Weaving Destiny is a slow-burn romance about opposites who collide, quiet chaos, and souls that recognize each other, long before they understand why.

❝ 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. ❞ ════════════════ [female reader.] in a past life, you were someone he vowed to protect. someone he lost. he was the other end of your string. now, centuries later, you live a new life as huntrix's music producer. within the walls of the studio, you're known for your ear for harmony, your devotion to the girls. but when night falls, you're something else entirely. hiding behind glitz and glamor, you were a hunter. a fighter. a part of the huntrix who kills demons and protects the honmoon. you were unaware of your past life though, nor the boy who's been searching for you ever since. but fate works it ways when you meet him again. baby saja, the youngest of the saja boys with quiet eyes, cheeky personality, and a burden too heavy for his heart. he remembers everything. you remember nothing. but your soul still aches when he says your name. that's when you noticed the end of your string attached to his. ════════════════ status: [on-going] date started: 07/26/2025 date ended: --/--/---- book cover by: @yon9hee @𝙇𝙫𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙖 2025

Red String Theory #1 | On-Going How can you possibly believe into something that you're not sure existed? How can you believe into something that was the reason why you are broken? Faith is a matter of believing to something you can not sure is real. How can you possibly believe something you cannot see? It's like a battle between a sword and a thin air: you would end up cutting yourself. For Hiraya, the red string theory is just a myth that people foolishly followed for centuries. It's a trick in the mind; a something so dumb to believe with. There was a thin line between faith and insanity, and she refuse to step in any of those. Red string. The tie in the finger. The connection between two people destined by the universe. The strong force of loving the unknown and unfamiliar. The uncertainty of following events, situations, circumstances. The risk for something too scary, yet so wonderful. Can Hiraya find her way into believing that two people are actually destined to be together? After all the heartbreaks, pains, and suffering... can she find the peace that she's longing for? Started: March 11, 2024

Tadhana. Karamihan sa atin ay naniniwalang nakaguhit na ang ating kapalaran magmula pa man nang ipinanganak tayo. Maaring tama, maaring hindi. Si Keith ay nagmula sa pamilyang mapamahiin at naniniwala sa guhit ng tadhana. Ang kanyang mga ninuno ay minsan nang naparusahan ng kalangitan, at hanggang ngayon ay dala-dala ito ng pamilya n'ya at kasama n'yang tumatakbo sa buhay. Ngunit naging tulong ito para matagpuan nila ang magiging kabiak ng buhay nila. Makatutulong rin kaya ito upang makikilala n'ya ang itinakda sakan'ya sa kabila ng estado n'ya sa buhay? Ongoing.

This is only their personas. Only. Their. Personas. In a world where people have a red string that connects them to their soulmates, there are two people bound by a thin red rope, destined to die young. If you are uncomfortable with LGBTQ, death, blood, depression, and self-harm please leave, this stupid excuse for a story has the triggers listed above included in it and I don't want anyone to be uncomfortable while reading this.

Taylor never believed in fate. She believed in patterns. After downloading The Red String, she expects nothing more than algorithms and coincidence. What she finds instead is a connection that feels too deliberate-too precise. Hermes doesn't charm her with affection or vulnerability. He studies her. He listens. He adjusts. Unlike Amy, Taylor questions inconsistencies. She pushes back. She notices what doesn't add up. But Hermes doesn't need devotion to win. He designs outcomes. As Taylor navigates conversations that feel like quiet chess matches, she begins to see the app not as a place of romance, but as a system-one that learns, adapts, and waits. And standing as proof of its success is Amy: healed, happy, and fiercely protective of the man who saved her. A living warning. A perfected trap. In The Red String 2: Pattern Recognition, love is not destiny-it is design. And the most dangerous connections are the ones that make you believe you were always in control.

The universe will keep two people apart until the timing is right. But, You will get back to that person it can be tangled but it never break. In every dimension, universe, and in another life i want you always and enternity to be with me.

⚠︎︎"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 '𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗' 𝙸 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝"⚠︎︎ ☘︎︎"𝙰𝚑,𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚒.𝙸𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝙸𝚝 𝚈𝚎𝚝"☘︎︎ 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜,Soulmates are something you cherish in a toxic world.Soulmates are the true love for you. Damian Wayne always thought that they where useless and disgusting having no need to find his one true love... ...But Deepest Down he did just that... (Before u read please visit UnknownUser-CJ where I put up the first chapters of this story before I transferred the rest to this book.I sadly got hacked) (Soulmate AU) (Damian Wayne x Stiles Stilinski) (BxB)

A red string. A red string tied nicely around their left ring finger. "What is this?" Jimin asks, and Tae shrugs. "Perhaps it means connection." Jimin comments. Taehyung considers it and spins around a few times, making the shorter laugh. "Well where does it begin and where does it end?" Taehyung speaks up. "You can't see the end, it loops." Jimin states, smiling slightly. And with that, Taehyung makes eye contact with him. They just look at each other, and for them, that's enough.

"Some people leave footprints in the snow. Others leave brushstrokes on a canvas. And some; some leave nothing at all." Chrysander Arthur Estevan was a prodigy. A painter whose hands turned emptiness into masterpieces. But behind every canvas was a hollow man, a man who painted not out of love, but out of obligation. Until her. She was never meant to be anything more than ink on a page, a name he never cared to learn. A writer whose words had lingered in his mind long before he met her. A stranger who, in another life, might have been nothing at all. But the red string of fate is not so easily ignored. She entered his world quietly, like the sun slipping into a cold room. And suddenly, the blank canvas wasn't enough. Suddenly, color had meaning. Suddenly, time was slipping through his fingers because she was running out of it. This is not a love story. This is a story of fleeting moments, of a love too vast for the life it was given. A story of a man who once painted for the world and a woman who only ever wrote for herself. A story of what remains when love is destined to end. Because love does not stop loss. And some stories, no matter how beautiful, are meant to end in tragedy. Because when the sky forgets how to cry, the only thing left is the art of remembering. - Cara_miia

Based on true story

"Hey, do you believe in the red string?" "Oh come on, that's just another myth." ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ ☆ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ This is my first book, and I'm not really good at writing, soooo please tell me if I made a mistake. I'll update whenever I can. 「Cover is Edited by Me」

What if you lived in a world where you find your soulmate 3 ways. Red string, mark, or pain. What will happen when you think you find the one but he isn't the one. Adrienette au No miraculous Notice: I do not own these characters

A collab of short stories for the Trials of Love Romance contest.

Ever since childhood, you have this ability to see the so called red string of fate, an invinsible red string tied to people's small fingers that connects them to their destined lovers. But despite helping othet people with your ability, you're afraid of following your own. Will you let your fear stop you from meeting your soul mate, or will you follow the thread before everything is too late? * Story is mine, but I had a few references here and there ? Enjoy ?

When you turn eighteen, you switch bodies with someone. However, this isn't just ANYONE. You get to switch bodies with your soul mate. The only way to change back is to find your soul mate. This seems impossible for young Cassandra. How is she supposed to find her soul mate? He could be anywhere in the entire WORLD! Fortunately, she does have one asset. Their pinkies are tied together by a red string only visible to them.

Plato has Aristophanes present a story about soulmates. Aristophanes states that humans originally had four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces. It is said that humans had great strength at the time and threatened to conquer the gods. Zeus developed a creative solution by splitting humans in half. Each human would then only have one set of genitalia and would forever long for his/her other half; the other half of his/her soul. It is said that when the two find each other, there is an unspoken understanding of one another, that they feel unified and would lie with each other in unity and would know no greater joy than that. In a world full of soulmates, Cassiopeia struggles to find hers.