A Journey Of Black And Red Novels & Stories

We are still hiding from the council, and exposing me to the wolves' feud will sell us out. The journey to the Red Moon Pack territory was an odyssey through the ebon tapestry of the morning. The unfolding drama in the Red Moon Pack overshadowed the serene and calm atmosphere as the castle's spires faded into the distance. The bond between me and Chastity, forged through the bonds of fate and necessity, faced a crucible of challenges.

My voice echoed. He was moving too fast for me to keep up pace. '' For heaven's sake please wait! '' He started to disappear out of my view. I bent down holding my knees for support as I tried to catch my breath from that little sprint. I noticed the all familiar black wolf from my earlier dreams. It stood at the same spot the man in the straw hat had disappeared. The wolf's golden eyes pierced through my very soul like it was trying to tell me something. I took a step forward and it advanced towards me too.

Kora’s POV The journey north began under a red dawn. The air smelled of ash and frost, the wind sharp enough to bite through fur and armor alike. Behind us, the Vale still smoldered — a silent monument to what we’d lost and what we’d chosen to become. We moved in a long, winding line: wolves padding silently beside wagons, mages cloaked in smoke and exhaustion, humans pushing carts full of salvaged weapons and herbs. What was left of our world followed us, one trembling step at a time.

He could barely stand, leaning heavily on them for support. “We need to move,” Darius said through gritted teeth. “Zeus won’t stay on his side of the border forever. Once he gathers reinforcements, he’ll find a way to come after us.” We started the long journey toward Blackhowl territory. Every step was agony, but stopping meant death. Jack carried me steadily, his enhanced strength from the stimulant finally wearing off. I could feel him shaking slightly from the exertion, but he never complained or suggested putting me down.

The air felt still, almost dense, and it gave me the strange impression that this place wasn’t quite real, like something pulled from a dream. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed everyone milling around wore either black or red. Some wore sharp suits in deep, almost bloody shades, while others were cloaked in rich, heavy blacks, the colors bold against the sea of whiteness around us. The contrast was jarring, the red sharp and almost hostile, and the black sinking into the white like an abyss. Together, they made the whole scene feel like something out of a surreal painting, like a cult. I seriously wouldn't be surprised.

As the wheels turned, students gathered at the academy fence, I didn’t want to listen, but their voices echoed. “…she lost the baby on purpose… “…so fat and now useless… “…a baby killer… The last word kept ringing in my ears till we drove past the gate. I did not cry, I pressed my palm to the scarred skin of my stomach and made a promise to the empty air. They think they buried me, they don’t know I’m the one who won’t die. The journey to the border took three days. My uncle’s pack was called Blackthorn. It was smaller and looked poorer. The forest was thick and the air smelled of pine and smoke. No golden chandeliers here, No nobles.

she stated as she's getting a bottle of water inside her bag underneath the tall tree. She picked the bottle of water with peach flavor that is meant to be given to Daniel with a stick note on it written, 'I love seeing your smile, I hope that you smile often, it enlightens my day.' Martin stood up and comes near to him with a fierce look, "why do we suddenly become a parallel line?" She looks at him sincerely and replied, "because we're not supposed to meet in the first place and you know that but you still choose to trespass in a restricted area; here we are breaking the heart of each other till we both ended up badly wounded."

The more he observed, the more he sensed the delicate balance between the ordinary and the mystical. As they walked, Darius couldn't help but steal glances at John. John was unlike anyone Darius had ever met. He carried a unique scent, both new and familiar, like a song you couldn't quite place. The scent wrapped around Darius and his bear, evoking a strange feeling, almost like a distant memory from when he believed in stories about fate, mates, and destiny. Could fate be playing tricks on him? The thought lingered in his mind as he grappled with the idea.

Chapter 19 Aarush 's pov The next few months go like this. I am having pleasure while enjoying my time with my wife and the fact that I don't have to go to any office is like a cherry on top... Every time I f**k my wife, she bleeds a delicious colour of red blood. I love seeing blood... I know it is kind of weird but I am somehow addicted to blood.