Code Red Novels & Stories

On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them. Thick black doors makes up the right side of the wall that continue down the hallway all made from a type of metal that makes it impossible for anyone to break in or out of it. The stench of blood, grime, and urine hang in the hair and I take a big gulp, trying to swallow the bile that is coming up. Adair is well in front of us, walking dauntlessly without even taking a second glance at any of the red stains on the walls. Nick’s mouth is set in a tight line and he continues to glance at me behind his shoulder to make sure I’m okay.

Alpha Black had crossed his arms over his chest and kept his eyes riveted on Harry's face. Beneath the redhead's thin, closed eyelids, Black could see the eye movements that confirmed the Red Moon Alpha's return to life. "What... what happened?" whispered Jason, staggering closer to the body of his pack leader. He placed a hand over the redhead and waited a moment. The healer breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the red wolf's presence beneath his fingers. He looked up at Black, hands trembling, and murmured an emotional thank-you.

I wondered how long I had been asleep. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s the first I’ve slept in days.” He stood there, staring down at the fire, and his smile slowly faded as he seemed to become lost in his thoughts. As he looked into the flames, his face was lit with a warm glow, making him look even more attractive, if that were possible. His large, light brown eyes opened wide, and as I watched him, they changed color to a light green. I sat up straighter, and saw that my glass of red wine was still full. I took a sip, and it warmed me. I hadn’t eaten in a while, and it went right to my head. I saw the other plastic glass sitting there, and I remembered my manners.

She gets excited as she talks, face lighting up. “Coding standards?” “It’s the basic guidelines used when writing out the code to a new program.” Having reached my car, we stop. I turn my head down to meet Quinn’s gaze and raise an eyebrow. “I’m not even going to pretend to understand what you do.” She brings her shoulders up and smiles. “That’s okay. I don’t understand it either.” Her smile disappears the moment she realizes what she says, and the flush is back to her cheeks. “Actually I do. Obviously. Since it’s my job.”

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

He said. I knew a lot is at stake but I can't really help my self from making that decision. I keep telling myself that I'm only there to apologise for the mistakes I committed eighteen years ago but even within I know it's a crap excuse to give. Does that stop me from still working there or trying to see her, No! it doesn't, at least I get to see her from a far. Without replying nor making comment to what Frederick said, I opened the cottage door and head towards the river that serves as a boundary between the forbidden forest which is known to house various forbidden creatures and the neighboring pack, the Bronx pack.

“He’s a fucking cop.” “Yeah, I know. But I have compensation… Trust me cuz, I would never do this unless I was one hundred percent certain that it was going to go in our favour.” “What you got on him?” Jarred asked now. “Something so valuable. Something he would die for. It’s all good. Trust me.” AJ indicated for Lillianna to pour him a scotch. She rubbed her full lips together before she did just that. He was so fucking taken by her… Everything about this bitch drove his senses wild.

But I had a lot of plans and I wasn’t going to let any of that stand in the way of it happening. Conan slowed as we approached the small clearing. I knew that Coral was in the clearing, but I was still surprised when I saw her wolf. Having seen all of the wolves of the red wolves, this was actually my first time seeing Coral’s wolf, Ivy. The shades of red for each red wolf varied slightly and typically matched their hair color. Coral’s wolf was a deep red, although it appeared as if the belly of the wolf was white. It was dark, but the moonlight shone down on the rocks where Ivy sat.

We’re going to rip Scott’s shadow empire down to the studs. Hours bleed into one another. The warehouse grows colder as the night drags on, the ambient temperature dropping until my fingers feel stiff over the keys. The blue glare of the monitors burns my eyes, the harsh light scraping against my corneas like sandpaper, but I don't stop typing. I hit a snag in the code. A nested loop fails to execute, returning a massive block of red error text across my command terminal. I let out a harsh, frustrated breath, dragging both hands down my face.

BEEP. A harsh, shrill alarm cut through the humid air. Jordan tore his mouth from mine, his head snapping toward the door. The gold in his eyes flared with sudden, violent rage at the interruption. "Alpha!" The door to the atrium burst open. Paul stood there, chest heaving, holding a tablet. His face was pale. "Paul, get out!" Jordan roared, shielding my body with his own, turning us so my back was to the guard. "Sir, it’s a Code Red," Paul shouted, not moving. "You need to see this."