Chasing Red Isabelle Ronin Novels & Stories

The color reminded her of the roses in her garden back home. “Red," she whispered. Violeta looked at her with a smirk. "That's a good name. I like it." They finally stopped at a heavy wooden door. A golden plaque with the words ‘VIP Suite’ was engraved on it. Two large men stood in front of it. One with a gun, the other with a knife. Evie almost passed out when she noticed they were holding those weapons. “Her name is Red,” Violeta told the guards. Her voice was a little higher though. Like she wanted someone else to hear her.

The pack member ran into the room, gasping for air and staring blankly. "Hi Rhys! Hahahaha! You need to check something out. What does that look like? Call me Isabelle. My heart stopped. “It's Isabelle? Okay, now what?” I ran after Rhys, and Axel was right behind him. Rhys's face turned pale, and he checked me out with worry. Beyond the camp, things were a mess. A small group of fighters were talking quietly to each other in the woods. As Rhys pushed his way through the crowd, I followed closely, scared to death. The moment we reached the centre of the circle, I let out a gasp. Isabelle was stood at the edge of the bush. Her clothes were bloody and torn.

“I never took you to be the kind to seduce his targets. Messy business, that, but effective though.” “Wha-? No, I’m not!” Aian exclaimed as he flushed in angry embarrassment at the insinuation. “I want in,” Ronn repeated. “I am NOT investigating him!” Aian denied hotly. Both of the other men raised their eyebrows at him in disbelief. “I didn’t take you for a gold digger either.”

Goddess, she won’t let go of this stupid grudge. I glanced slowly in the direction of my new company. Isabelle, armed with a sharp glare and a glass of half-drunk champagne, admittedly looked pretty, as usual. The dress she wore must have been custom-made just for her—glittery gold fabric with sleeves of diamond-encrusted lace that clung to her body. She looked like the perfect picture of refinement, but the coldness in her eyes was anything but. How ironic it was that tonight was the Hunter’s Moon. Much like the hunter and his prey, Isabelle’s target was locked onto me with the intent to kill, her arrow nocked tightly into her bow, ready to pounce. Ready to strike.

Through a white mist, two groups could be seen clashing. The uniformed gray-clad group was the Robinsons' patrol team. The other group, dressed in black, was smaller but seemed highly skilled—definitely not ordinary people. Selina had a vague feeling these people were here specifically for her. Suddenly, a thumb-sized red dot appeared on Isabella's forehead. The dot flickered, carrying a hint of warning. A sniper! Noticing Selina's strange look, Isabella's lips trembled: "What... what's wrong?"

They took positions encircling the clearing, shielding their master’s path. Nearby, Isabella watched with clenched fists, She had only begun to feel the surge of strength, the whisper of red moonlight in her veins. She darted forward, strategic and bold. A dark soldier turned toward her; she raised her claws slashing into its mask, She recoiled at the sight of the face beneath — nothing but black smoke boiling. The soldier lashed out, Isabella dodged, heart pounding. She bit her lip and retaliated, planting her sword into his chest — a shallow stab, but enough to make him crumble to ash, Naria fought beside her, both of them watching each others back.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.

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

“He won’t love you, Isabelle. He doesn’t know what love is.” Crimson rain dripped onto my face from the hole in the ceiling. I looked up to the sky. Loretta’s ritual had begun. “Don’t ignore me,” hissed Isabelle. “I am still your queen.” “I will deal with you later,” I told her. Then I flew up through the hole Salem had made, to stop him while I still could. Above me, a crimson storm was forming. Red clouds mingled with the black. Red rain fell onto the Uncivil in the streets and alleys below. As it touched them, something in their manner changed.