Always Red Novels & Stories

She chuckled before calling everyone inside the house. I watched as Charlie run inside the comfy looking house. "You're a fan of illegal underground fights?" Adam asked beside me. Facing him, I nodded. "For Reed Langston, aka LANGSTER then yes. But I prefer wrestling though." He raised an eye brow, "You've never heard of RED?" "I know the color." I rolled my eyes. He frowned, "No, I mean, the Red." The Red? Is he high? I shook my head no. He continued, "The Almighty Red? Hot Fire-y Red?"

Wait… “Bhyron, take a look at the cars. Notice anything strange?” There are five identical cars parked in front of the hotel. All Jeeps, with bullet proof glasses and doors. “…red,” I whisper, my chest tightening with realization. “All the cars are red.” To me, red is the sign of evil and it has been so since the year I turned sixteen. I loathe that colour with a passion. I detest it. “Do you think they’re here?” Duke asks, stiffening beside me. I can feel him go into danger mode, ready to attack. And so do I.

“Don’t ruin the mood, okay? I bought you shopping nod to accompany me.” “Then I want that red dress,” Renea pointed to the rose red dress with the half V neck hanging at the top. The salesperson reluctantly went to retrieve it. They were customers. Even if she knew they couldn’t afford it, she still had to satisfy them if they wanted to try it on. Stella asked curiously, “Renea, do you like red very much?” Even her T-shirts were mostly red. Because red is the color of blood. So even if it stained with blood, you can’t tell.” Renea said as a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

I don’t …. A tear slides down my cheek and lands on the hardwood floor. I think I should repaint my nails. What color will be next time? Mint green? Or soft purple? What is it called? Lilac? Hm, maybe I will. Another tear drops. This time it tracks down the length of my face, from under my eyes to my jaw, then it’s falling freely. I don’t know where it ends. I can’t see anything behind these layers of guilt, shame, and disappointment I feel for myself.

I ask, swiftly before I lose my confidence. Roman raises both his brows before grinning, "Of course love" His eyes quickly go over the shelf where the colorful bottles of nail polish are arranged then he lifts like index finger and points, "That one" Grace looks at the shelf then at Roman, "Which one, Sir?" She asks, unsure. I'm unsure too. "The red one, red is her color" Roman responds then goes back to his phone. Grace looks at me with wide eyes and a faint blush, I'm sure I look same.

The smile dies. The air leaves the room. I scramble back without meaning to, my back hitting the headboard, and I press my hand over my mouth as the familiar cold sweeps through me, the same cold that comes every time, without warning, without mercy. The color red. Always the color red. I can't look away from it. I never can.

“She was looking right at me, Orion. Her eyes weren’t yellow. They were red.” I staggered back a step, disbelief hitting me like a punch to the gut. Red eyes. Only alphas had red eyes. Ravenna is an alpha? how?

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

Maybe he was well-trained. Cenric managed to catch us up. “You really never listen, do you?” “Oh, you found me,” I chuckled. “Don’t do like that again, babe.” “How did you find Red?” “Who’s Red?” he asked quickly, and I knew that tone. “My baby boy.” I grinned. “You named him already?” “Red fits him.” “But his color is black.” “I know, but I like the color red.” “Okay, babe. He just arrived two days ago from Dubai.”

How would she handle it? I parked by the side of the road to calm myself. I should be happy that she has finally met the people that can bring her down. It's obvious that the moment she steps down, I'm coming in. No arguments. But I still cannot bring myself to live such a boring life without the drama that I witness every day. Just like the one I am seeing right now… in the mansion. Red has become the most common color in this house because it is almost every day we get to see blood here.