Chasing Red Isabelle Ronin Novels & Stories

She sat in the throne room in the pre-dawn dark and thought about Isabella. The thought that had arrived yesterday and hadn’t left. Redmoon fallen. Leon dead. A woman who had been at Redmoon now unaccounted for. Isabella. She’d spent seven months telling herself that Isabella was either dead or contained. The Redmoon network had gone quiet on the subject months ago — no confirmed sightings, no reported activity, just the persistent absence of a confirmed body that Clara had been choosing to interpret as absence rather than as presence-elsewhere. She’d been wrong.

The air thickened with the metallic tang of slaughter, ground slick and treacherous underfoot. Then I saw her. Leading the red clan from a raised knoll, a woman with long white hair flowing like a banner, commanding her fighters with sharp gestures and fierce shouts. Her face stopped me cold—Isabella's exact replica, green eyes blazing with the same fire, features sharp and determined. She shifted into a pure white wolf, leaping into the battle with grace and fury, claws extended and fangs bared.

If I wasn't mistaken, it was Alpha Ryan Lancester of the River Moon Pack. My breath caught. "That..." "It was Ryan Lancester, the useless Alpha of the River Moon Pack. He picked her up from the hospital that night." I stared at the photograph but my mind refused to put it together. "I... I don't understand. What does Ryan have to do with Annie?" Marius's voice was steady although there was an edge of cold fury beneath it. "Because Alisa... Annie is not who she said she was. Her real name is Danica. Danica Kayser. She was the Beta who seduced Ryan during his bond with Georgina."

I needed the one man who could look at a problem and see the architecture of it rather than the ragged edges. He folded his hands, and his eyes narrowed. “Isabelle moves in patterns. She isn’t reckless….she’s theatrical. She stages a thing to draw the eye, then takes the prize where no one’s looking. When something goes wrong, she buries her tracks. She’s not chasing you to catch you…..she’s chasing you to make you be something for her audience.” “You mean to punish me,” I said. Hard. “To humiliate.”

Isabelle. She quickly put on a smile. "Hey, what do you want?" Salome asked trying to keep her shockimg face. "Uhm, I came to check up on Princess Rayna. Her mother was looking for her." Isabella replied, instantly. "Oh" Salome mouthed. Isabelle was about to leave when I eyes caught a mark on Salome's wrist. She creased her brows. That mark. She looked up carefully at Salome's face who was actually still smiling sheepishly at her. She's one of the red sisters.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.

•Part Two• Isabelle's POV Right now, beyond the balcony of Lucian's castle, I am gazing at hot, red roses as they sway gently in the breeze. I was allowed to visit only certain parts, and as such, this became one of my favorite places to visit. I come here to think; sometimes, to escape and other times, because I'm angry. Just seeing the fiery roses calmed my nerves. My nerves wouldn't need to be calmed if it weren't for a certain someone. Five months here off and on, and I've gotten nowhere. Except maybe now, I think I'm closer to being insane.

Now, despite being only in her 20s, Isabelle had earned her place as one of the Robertson family's three prodigies through the lethal power of Awakened Reaper's Wrath. Isabelle had an eccentric personality. She was unpredictable and impossible to read. Normally, she would barely acknowledge even the Robertson family patriarch. Only toward Mikayla did she show real respect. Without Mikayla's restraining influence, the aura surrounding Isabelle grew increasingly violent. It was hard to imagine that such a delicate, doll-like girl could be so ruthless in combat. Purple energy swirled around her like solid matter, and her delicate arms were completely transformed, covered entirely in purple mark

Alex mounted up from his chair, picked his stuff like car keys, mobile, etc. “Henry, let’s go to Roselyn Lunatic Asylum.” Henry also stood up with a wide grin on his face. Though they are not sure for what Rose visits Roselyn lunatic Asylum they are sure they will get the answer to the most important question of their life ‘why is Red Rose?’ over there. Alex drove up at its fastest speed. This Red Rose case and this question ‘who is a red rose?’ made their life hell for many months. This case is not less than any maze the more they are trying to come out the more they are wandering deep inside.

††††††††††††††††††††††††† She was crossing the inner courtyard when we came through it. Rowena. Moving with that direct purposeful stride, a bundle of linen under one arm, her red hair catching what little afternoon light Ravenshallow had managed to produce. She saw me and adjusted her course slightly, and as she passed I gave her the same flat acknowledgement I had been giving her since the corridor. "Silverveil," I said. "My lord," she said, and kept walking. Beside me Varyn said nothing for a moment. Then: "Eastern Clan colouring. Red hair, green eyes." His tone was entirely conversational. "How did she come to be in the Western Clan?"