Book Red Dawn Novels & Stories

A CROWN OF FIRE Temple Ruins—Morning After the Ambush The dawn after the ambush rose blood-red, painting the temple ruins in streaks of gold and crimson. No smoke coiled from broken braziers. The snow beneath the ancient arches had turned pink with battle. The wind whispered through the stone like a voice retelling what had happened here.

Th​e⁠ R⁠ed Zone T​he mi⁠dnight air of Man‍hattan wa⁠s a‍ blur o‍f neo‌n a​nd hea⁠vy rain‍ as th​e convoy of armo‌red​ SU​Vs tore down the FDR Drive. I⁠nside the lead vehicle⁠,​ the atmosphere was charg​ed with tactical prec‍ision. Cele‍ste had her laptop⁠ open, but she wa‌sn't looking at financial m‌ar‌kets anymore⁠. She was look⁠ing at a liv‌e d⁠i‍gital map of the Chen corporate headquarters on Wa⁠ll​ Street, where se‍veral unauthorize‌d‌ securi​ty​ clearance cards had j‌ust been activated.

I walked around the counter and placed my backpack on a hook behind the bar, ready to get started. "This is Lola and her mate Dax," Red referred to a woman and a man sitting directly in front of him. "They've been Blood Dogs since before I was born." Lola was a pretty, middle-aged redhead, and her patch said "SGT at Arms." Dax was a big guy with a "Road Captain" patch, and I recognized him as the one who helped Red throw my attackers out of the bar the night before. "Lola drinks bourbon," Red continued, "and Dax always has a Diet Cola."

And why did he have to be so close to them that they could not beat him up like Reagan did with Sir Frederick? “So Red River is ready to accommodate us if we require it.” Matt decided to just ignore Davin and go on. “We attack in three days. Do we camp there a day before?” “No need,” Reagan said. “I am sorry but do you even hear yourself?” Davin spoke up again and this time, he meant business. He put down his muffin and walked over to where the model was.

I keep my voice low, uncertain if he’s in any physical pain. “Give me a minute. The distance makes it difficult to understand.” He manages to explain. “Try rambling what you hear.” To my surprise, he nods as he covers his ears. “Operation underground. Cole must return. Alpha Black. Crimson Dawn.” “Alpha Andre Redmen?” I nearly whisper as I realize exactly who I’m talking to, unable to grasp the idea that someone in his family has not completely abandoned him as everyone believes. “Alpha Andre Redmen, can you hear me?” I speak loud enough for him to hear.

Kendrick’s voice boomed. The room seemed to hold its breath as I grabbed the phone, my thumb hovering over the answer button. I snapped up as Alison sat up next to me, I simply put it on loud for Alison to hear “Showtime,” I whispered to her “Hello! Xander,” Kendrick’s voice drawled through the line, smooth as silk but less dangerous. I gritted my teeth. “You got my terms.” A beat of silence. “Red Dawn works.” That was it. No pleasantries. No explanation.

The alley is quiet, save for the soft hum of the city behind it. High above, Red crouches on the roof, hood up, smoke curling from the cigarette between his lips. His eyes narrow as he sees a figure approaching from the shadows—DI Reyes. Red sighs through his nose. He leans forward, swipes his fingers through a patch of wet dirt near the ledge, and smears it over the camera lens watching the alley. Then he waits. Moments pass before the back door clicks open. Raven steps out, arms wrapped around herself. She doesn’t notice Red watching. He flicks the last of his cigarette off the roof, stands, and makes his way down the fire escape in silence.

Draven said, proud of his mate’s bravery. “I'll take the second eye when I see that bastard,” Draven declared, waiting for midnight to strike, as they sneaked in through a tunnel Tarin had sniffed out. Draven was merciless in his attacks, his claws striking and breaking each wolf guard. neck he encountered. The Red Dawn received no mercy, for he viewed them as threats who had harmed Myra. The three males launched stealthy attacks as they reached the west wing of the Red Dawn's fort, entering the alpha's room, where they heard echoes from an adjoining room that was filled with steam.

The female child opened the door on reaching it, allowing the heavy down pour to gust into the cottage but still the parents of the children were fast asleep, a flash of lightning revealed several figures in the fog - off the children went into the fog. Three days later Fifth district-West section Eight men, mature and young - rode their horses through the empty main street, halting their horses not too far from Commander Darren who stood with five Riana Soldiers in front of the bridge leading out of the district and into it also. Amongst these tough looking Soldiers vested in black leather armor was Sri Jerrod Rooks; looking older - a touch of gray stood with his short dark hair and beards

Media is also there for a live coverage asking questions with CEO's of different companies and business delegates and add agencies. I don't know anyone here, it seems like I'm lost in this artificial world. There is a woman who is wearing red hot dress, revealing almost everything, I can't see her face clearly cause a tall man is blocking her face. So I went more nearer to her, she is none other than rosy, and the tall man is Mr. Alexander Hamilton. They both looked at me at the same time, I did not move to anywhere, I just stand there looking at them.