Ben Ten Red Novels & Stories

“In fact, you’re exciting me with each passing second, especially when you’re dressed in red.” Ruby gasped as my hand slid along her thigh, feeling the heat seep through the smooth nylon tights that she wore with the woolen red dress. Even with the cute reindeer pattern across her chest, she still looked good enough to devour for supper. She giggled, attempting to move my hand back to a safer distance. “Caleb, we can’t.” She glanced around anxiously. “What if the stewardess comes back to check on us?” I exhaled through my nose with a disappointed groan. “She won’t,” I assured, even though there was every chance that she might.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.

I ask, turning to face him fully. He shrugs, hands slipping into his pockets. “Why not? Ghost isn’t the only one who sees the fire in you.” Red reappears with her arms full, dumping things into my arms. “Try them. If you don’t, I will.” I roll my eyes, muttering a curse under my breath. Titan leans in as I turn toward the dressing room. “You should pick the red one,” he says quietly, voice brushing hot against my ear. “Something about that color on you...”

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.

And she links my arm with hers as we head out. The man that I want to see the most right now is Adair. Entering the room where we got our measurements done my breath hitches in my throat as I take in Adair. Holy shit. Cut to precision, his tux is exquisitely made not shying away from showing off his muscular body and broad shoulders. The completly black colored tuxedo with a blood red colored tie screams lethal and not to be messed with. On the breast pocket of his blazer fits a blood red handkerchief with a sword pin, and to complete his look he holds a Roman styled black mask that alludes power and prestige.

Red opened her mouth to reply but couldn't speak and closed it, muttering something under her breath. Red then tried to merge with the infamous brands to give rise to her name but it wasn't as she accepted. "Ms Bennet, I don't need a brand like yours to be a part of my work." J Dot, sneered with a smirk. "I understand, Sir." Red cursed him in her heart but forced a smile and left. "Ms Bennet you should show him what you can do and shut his mouth." Her Assistant Carter encouraged. Red sighed, "There's no need, it's fine let's go."

Hours before the red moon rose… her parents knew. --- Mark Moon stood by the window, hands in his pockets, watching the clouds roll in. Rain tapped gently against the glass, but his focus wasn’t on the weather. He had seen this sky before—years ago, when he was still a soldier in the Eastern Reaches. Back then, the color of the clouds had warned of war. Now, it meant something worse. Behind him, Evelyn sat on the couch, a heavy leather box on her lap. Her fingers hovered over the brass clasp. She hadn’t opened it in seventeen years. Not since the day they found the girl.

The same vendor as always — a woman in a puff jacket with gold hoops and an AI - linked payment ring. “Three for five. Cash only. Don’t trust the cloud. That stuff steals your face.” Aria grabbed a couple of apples from the wooden crate near the counter, brushing the faint dust off their skins. The fruit looked normal enough — bright red, glossy under the weak light leaking through the store’s flickering bulb. When she set them down and slid a few bills across the counter, the woman behind the register squinted at her like she’d just made a terrible choice. “You sure you want the red ones?” the woman asked, her voice rough from years of smoke and gossip. “Girl, nah. Bad week for red. Take th

Each of Vincent's breaths racked like it took a hell of a lot of seconds before reaching the lungs. His one eye was wide open as he trembled in pain. "I didn't know you were RED," Vincent sniffled. 'Red' It's been a long time since someone called him that. Though it sounds the same as the last name he picked for himself, when it comes to underground world, one 'D' is omitted. "If I knew she was your girl, I would never have dared gone after her... So please don't hurt me again." "Eavesdropping is a bad habit, Vincent. Didn't your mama teach you that?"

Kora’s POV The sky turned red as dusk settled over the compound, streaks of gold fading into a deep burnished orange. The training field looked different at this hour—emptier, quieter, the air charged with the kind of tension that always came before a storm. Edward was already there, standing at the far edge near the trees, his jacket off, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked like the Alpha everyone feared again. Hard, focused, dangerous. But when his eyes met mine, the edge softened, just a little.