Book Red Zone Novels & Stories

Finding the hallway clear, I pulled her out of the office and led her up to a secluded corner of the rooftop. The moment we arrived, she violently yanked her hand out of my grip. "You dragged me all the way up here, so you better have something incredibly meaningful to say," she fired at me, her eyes blazing. "Because I am in a shitty mood right now." I licked my lower lip and adjusted the lapels of my jacket, trying to channel my usual on-camera confidence. "Well, my name is Russell. Russell Miller. You've probably heard of me, but I'll keep this brief—"

When her dad was selling his merchandise and her mom was busy preparing lunch, they accidentally saw an old man standing near their stall. The old man looked tired and seemed confused. That grandfather then approached their stall. As soon as he saw the plates and leftover food they had eaten, he wanted to take it. Helen's mother didn't chase him away; instead, she just took their leftovers and dirty dishes. The mother then replaced the plate with a clean bowl and gave the grandfather a portion of chicken porridge that was still fresh and untouched for that old grandfather to eat.

Another guard suddenly yelled making the other guard stop immediately “Udona said we should feed her with this, she said she hasn't eaten in five days and that's why she's like this” “The bitch is an animal she doesn't need food” The guard sneered and pulled back. The other guard came forward and poured the food on the floor, with a force she sprang up immediately and began feeding from the bare floor, she was eating so fast that the food vanished in seconds and slowly, she stood up and walked back into her cage, she curled herself in a bun, hugging her knees, she stared at the guards with her innocent hazel eyes, the guards turned and left in silent

Duncan merely chuckled, then exchanged a glance with his Alpha. They didn't need to speak, as Duncan knew perfectly well what he had to do. So he bent down and lifted Beta Connor's stunned body with ease. He'd tossed him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes without the slightest effort. "You want me to come back?" Duncan asked calmly. Black nodded before sitting cross-legged in the dust of the combat zone. "The less the Red Moon sees of us, the better," Black replied, closing his eyes.

Every story I’ve heard is enough to keep me away. But Club Red isn’t like the places my friends have talked about. Their clubs are about dancing and drinking. This one? This one is something else entirely. I push through the ten-foot-tall door. The music crashes into me like a tidal wave. I freeze. My cheeks heat as my brain struggles to process the scene in front of me. Red light bathes everything in sin. Couples dance. Drinks flow. Moans and screams fill the air, mingling with the sharp scent of sweat and sex.

I wasn’t in the habit of damaging things I meant to use. “You… burned,” she said after a moment, voice small. She glanced at my hand like it offended her. “When you touched it.” I turned my palm over, flexing my fingers. A faint, angry red circle still lingered where the symbol had seared my skin. Not a normal burn. No blister, no broken flesh. Just a mark, like the ghost of a brand that didn’t belong to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. It wasn’t nothing. Across from us, in the front passenger seat, Rian twisted slightly to look back. Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying.

* *GUG. *GUG...* *GUG...* The ground is slightly shaking! "what is happening!"- Dessa "it looks like an earthquake!"- Bobby as we hold on the surrounding from here on the 3rd floor of the building we saw a 2 red light from afar! this red light is moving east the thick fog covering what it really is but as it moves the sound continues and the ground is shaking! "w-what if it is a... zombie..."- Jimboy

VIPER - Red Car - 10 wins, 3 losses - Aggressive, reckless, takes insane risks - Known for last-second victories and near-fatal crashes GHOST - Teal Car - 15 wins, 1 loss - Precise, calculated, methodical - Never makes mistakes, always plays it safe My eyes moved back to the red car, something about it makes me think of one person. Zane Mercer. "Red," I breathed without debating. "Good fucking choice," Zane growled, and the next second his hand slid completely under my skirt, fingers pushing my panties aside and finding me soaking wet. "Because I just bet one million dollars on red." My brain short-circuited completely. "You WHAT?"

Michael and Roman get down, zombies were following them as they were checking those parked cars to see the one that is working. Roman found hammer on the floor immediately they get down from the van, he picked it up and use it to smashed the head of any zombie that comes closer to him. Michael was the one that first saw a red car when he opened it and check the range of the fuel in it, it was not much, Roman also saw a Camry but not working, Michael walked up to him and said