Charles Red Dead Novels & Stories

Chilli speak softly as her hands cups one of my fists, trying to relax it, wanting to calm me down, "Elias, I..." "Red wolf," a whispering voice comes from a far, interupting Chilli and pulling my gaze up to see Maxwell still kneeling before us, staring. "By the moon goddess, finally, a red wolf!" He exclaims, "our prays have been answered at last." What the hell is he on about? How does he know about red wolves? "Alpha...?" I ask hesitantly,

They were not sure if there was a good or a bad person! They were not sure if that person had harmed Lucy or was still harming her in some bad way! “Let’s go! Leave the umbrella behind before entering that place!” Charles said as he took charge of the mission. He had been on a lot of missions for his father and killed a lot of people with his bare hands. So, he was not even scared if he was going to get lost here or if he was going to get shot. “Let’s go!” He said as the other two followed him.

After riding for close to two hours the carriage finally arrived at the North Villa, a place where the Alpha King Lives. On seeing the Carriage coming, the guards at the gate hit the heavy metal which serves as a bell indicating that the Alpha King Of North is back. The big gate was opened and the Carriage entered the North Villa. As the carriage stopped, one of the guards rushed and opened the carriage door, and elegantly the Alpha King step down from the carriage, he extended his hand to Melanie and this time she didn't hesitate before holding the Alpha King's hand as he helped her down.

If it had been Charlie and Lara sitting here instead, things might have gotten out of hand. And, as luck would have it… "Sir, ma'am, Mr. and Mrs. Ravelle Senior are here." Ruby's eyes widened. "What?" She couldn't believe that they had come without even giving them a heads-up. Philip looked anxious. "The real problem is, they ran into Carter outside, and they've already started fighting!" Charlie, a major general from the founding era, had always been fierce, decisive, and ruthless. Now that he was old, his beloved grandchildren were what he cared about the most.

Regina "Let me do you an honor and show them struggling in their own minds," Charles suggested, his eyes gleaming with sinister excitement. He put his hand over my head, taking me to a different place. As I hesitated, unsure of what he meant, Charles continued with a sly smile. "You'll witness the power of manipulation as I delve into their deepest fears and insecurities, revealing the true extent of their inner turmoil." With an air of mystery surrounding his words, I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension about what awaited me in this unknown realm.

She chuckled before calling everyone inside the house. I watched as Charlie run inside the comfy looking house. "You're a fan of illegal underground fights?" Adam asked beside me. Facing him, I nodded. "For Reed Langston, aka LANGSTER then yes. But I prefer wrestling though." He raised an eye brow, "You've never heard of RED?" "I know the color." I rolled my eyes. He frowned, "No, I mean, the Red." The Red? Is he high? I shook my head no. He continued, "The Almighty Red? Hot Fire-y Red?"

Red’s mom asked with a look of surprise and a bit of worry on her face. “I didn’t drag that kid into any of this but Elena couldn’t bring herself to keep him out.” Ryan said pointing to Charlie. “I get his memories wiped as soon as the opportunity presents itself.” “Would you stop calling me that? My name is Red and unlike you, I don’t think myself higher than him.” Red shot out. “You should! He’s a human and well…. You’re much more.” Ryan said with a fixed gaze at Red making me feel a little bit uncomfortable as to how he spoke to her.

I'm sorry about your father," I say to Xander, then glance back at Charles. "And your brother, I had no idea," Charles sighs. "I figured Xander wouldn't tell you. He doesn't speak about his father since he was the one that found him," "That was a long time ago, uncle. Can we please talk about something?" "Of course," Charles nods. "Are you an alpha as well?" Charles nods. "I do have the most extensive pack in the states. But I also dabble in some illegal stuff now and again," Charles smirks.

Charlie reluctantly promised him, which calmed Barron's heart a little. After Barron led Charlie into the room, he saluted Philip and said with reverence. "General, I have brought the man you need! He is Charlie, he once infiltrated the IV Syndicate base, you can ask him anything you want. " Both Philip and Edward looked at Charlie. His body was covered with wounds, his clothes were dyed red, his hair and beard tousled. His tall body was swaying with exhaustion and his face was incredibly pale, but there was an indomitable spirit behind his eyes. It was obvious that this was a character.

A shadow dropped from the rafters, landing with the grace of a cat, between Dante and us. “You okay, kid?” “Charlie?” My eyes beamed open. “In the flesh,” he laughed. He didn't look anything like the frail man at the hospital. He wasn't dressed as a janitor this time. He wore a bulletproof vest and had a shotgun in his hands. Even Jose was surprised. “Didn't I tell you, kid? The ghost always leaves a trail,” Charlie said without looking back. “I've been waiting years for this rat to come back.” “You're a dead man, Charlie,” Dante hissed, his finger tightening on the trigger. “Both you and the girl,” he said.