Baca Komik Red Strom Novels & Stories

The red light followed them like a second sun. And the seam pulsed — wider. Waiting.

Storm walked up to her but stopped mid step when two more men walked inside the room too behind her, with blank expressions. For a moment, her heart skipped and hairs rose automatically, but she calmed herself down as the three walked further into the room. It was...the men, two of them were the man in the picture, but Storm could not figure out which one was in the picture because these two men standing beside Tasha looked exactly alike. No single difference… Well there are some differences. One looked leaner and his hair was styled in a bun, but aside that…she was practically staring at clones.

His parents were silent as they contemplated the meaning. “ We need to find out what is going on. What is your next plan?” asked his father. “ A meeting of the alphas have been scheduled tomorrow. We will meet and discuss our next move” replied Damian. “ Okay. Let us know if there is anything we can help you with” said his mother before they stood up and left the room. Damian rested his head on his chair and closed his eyes. Is the kidnapping of witches and the killings of wolves related? and why is it only female witches with red hair and within a certain age range that are being kidnapped? And what role has he got to play in all of this? he wished he new the answers.

Threats. The Blood King, one rumor had called him. The Red Serpent, another. The man who burnt cities just to watch the smoke. “No,” I said. Something like amusement flashed in his eyes. There and gone. “Good,” he murmured. “Fair enough. You’re nobody to me yet either.” He crouched down to my level in one fluid motion, elbows resting loosely on his knees, bringing his face close enough that I could see the faint ring of a lighter gold around his irises.

The point was… The street artist known as Black Crimson seemed to speak straight to my soul with every showpiece he delivered. He only worked in the spray paint medium and kept it strictly to three colors: black, white, and red. The image-half of his two-part murals always showcased some modern-day fairy-tale retelling, and the text-half had a famous quote that was somehow tied into the picture. The quotes he chose could be silly or deep, but they were always meaningful and enlightening, and I somehow felt as if he’d written them directly for me. Every time.

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”

Mark Taylor stammer. “If we would know that, why should we waste our time on you.” Alex said ironically and raised his eyebrows. Mike also stood up, circle around, and stopped behind Mark Taylor and opposite Alex. “Boss, even I think Mr. Mark Taylor could be Red Rose because not only Leonard Smith in fact Lowell brothers, Steven and Andrew star also killed by Red Rose, then do you think other than Mr. Mark Taylor anybody else left from that devil group.” Mike wink at Alex and both smirk.

And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string. Beautiful... ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

And to what end? As the screen goes black and my reflection stares back at me, I try to figure out what to do next. Is this my ex stalking me? Did I somehow manage to pick up a new stalker? I do seem to be acquiring a following of men from Club Red. Maybe there’s something going on with that? My phone rings again and I jump, then answer Troy’s call. “I just wanted to apologize for grabbing you and pulling you close today. I have no right to put my hands on you.” His apology right out of the gate is refreshing.