Book Red Zone Novels & Stories

Red lights bled across the pitch black walls. The man at the entrance smiled politely. "Band Color?" Zane's eyes drifted to the tray the man gestured at. It laid out three options for the doms. Red. Yellow. Green. Zane brows furrowed in thought. Red meant he wasn't interested in anyone at the club and brought someone else to enjoy privately. If he had a sub with him, and he chose the red band, his sub would be given a white one--which signified, taken. Clearly, Zane came alone and so that was out of his options.

"It's not just a place, Ria. It's a wound. A place where the veil between worlds is thin." His words were like a punch to the gut, confirming her worst fears. The Crimson Zone was not just a geographical location; it was a tear in the fabric of reality, a gateway to something dark and malevolent. It was a place where the laws of nature were warped, where the boundaries between the living and the dead blurred, where the past and the present collided.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

Silas stared at the three guys in front of him. "According to this book written by our ancestors and kept by the Queen and King, Red Woods is the last empire of living vampires nowadays. In short, we are the last vampires standing. Decades ago, Red Woods is divided into five regions: Auburn of North, Cerise of East, Vermillion of Metropolis, Carmine of West, and Carnelian of South. We are now at Vermillion." He flipped the book, showing the map to Jet and Raze while pointing at the regions.

He ordered. I’d been craving McDonald’s for the past few days but I didn’t have enough money to satisfy my cravings. And now that I was finally getting a chance to satisfy those cravings, I was having second thoughts about telling Aziel what I wanted seeing as the closest McDonald’s to his place is about forty-five minutes drive away. “Red,” he said calling my attention to him. “Tell me what you want.” “But it’s…it’s far.” “That’s not something you should worry about.” His thumb and index held my chin and slowly he lifted my head, our eyes locking on each other. “What do you want to eat, Red.” He said in a calm voice, a complete contrast to his usual cold and distant voice.

Its been a week and Mr. Red has been in the office every day of the week. I was promoted to Market Director and I remained on my floor, I just got an office and I knew it was because the boss favored me. The girls were still planing this girls' night and I was dreading it. Everyone finally knows how Mr. Red looks. Seven days and en-counting since the release and the press has been at the front door ever since. Mr. Red this and Mr. Red that. Mr. Red has won rewards but it was never collected by him, always by Denver.

“Leo…?” Caroline hugged the boy tight, looking up at me with triumphant eyes. “He was bored at school, so Randell picked him up. We’ve been having a great morning, haven’t we, Leo?” “Yeah!” Leo chirped. He held up a brand new, limited edition gaming console. “Caroline bought me this! And she said I don’t have to eat broccoli ever again! She’s way better than you!” The air left my lungs. “Leo,” I whispered, my hand reaching out, trembling. “Baby, you don’t mean that. Come to Mommy.”

AUTHOR'S POV BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The red warning banners flooded the massive monitors covering the southern wall of the packhouse server room. Chandler Gaunt gripped the edge of the metal console, his knuckles turning entirely white. Reclaiming his ex-wife and her billions at the upcoming Blood Moon Summit remained his only path out of complete bankruptcy, but right now, his own pack was crumbling around him. Dex’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, sounding like a violent hail storm on a tin roof.

Maggie was holding me tight, her expression terrifyingly dark. Her arm had caught some of the spray when she grabbed me. The sleeve of her blazer was already burned through in several places, the fabric edged in black. "You're hurt!" I took her hand, my chest aching, but she shook her head. Her eyes never left Corbin. "I'm fine." Her voice could have frozen the room. "Him, on the other hand…" The officers had Corbin pinned to the ground. He thrashed and writhed, glaring at me with pure venom. "Gage! Don't think you've won! Senna won't stop until you're finished!"