Deep Red Bells Novels & Stories

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

… Alexander turned into the chatter, picking up bits of intel, and shot a glance at his companion. "Hey man, what's this bloodstone you're talking about? Mind filling us in?" "Yeah, I'm all ears!" Phoenix and Red Rose played their part, flashing smiles at the men behind them. The sight of the ladies melted any resistance, and the informed among the men were tripping over themselves to share. "It's called a Red Bloodstone, deep red all over, with a bit of blood sealed inside." "And it's in great shape, the blood's not even dry."

Belladonna said with a kind of excitement as she looked down at the color that used to burn her eyes but felt nothing but a little ease from it. Maybe it was because it had been a while since she had worn it? Red wasn't so bad after all. It was a lovely color. It had only been too much for a while, that was all. Eli gulped when he finally saw what it was that designed both sides of her collar bones. The red and silver blend gave him no ease. Belladonna moved her hand over it lightly.

“Let me get the image from her mind. Don’t push her or she’ll die before I can extract it.” I clench my fists but back off. I want to scream at this woman, demand answers. But Bella’s right. She kneels opposite me and presses her hands to the Red One’s temples. A wave of thick incense fills the air—so strong it nearly chokes me. Bella shudders and collapses backward. Gregory catches her before she hits another corpse. The Red One turns to me. “Mate?” she asks. “Yes,” I say. My voice is hoarse.

My eyes bulged, and I grinned, knowing that I’d sparked a reaction from him and I found it exhilarating. I caught sight of the dangerous blaze that burned in his eyes. It made him look even sexier than he already was. He was like a devil in a designer suit, drawing his lower lip between his teeth as his heated gaze devoured me whole. That one heart-stopping look was enough to seduce me to sin. Caleb’s warning growl had my insides squealing with delight. “You better start running, Ruby Red, or the big bad wolf will hunt you down and gobble you all up.”

Half of them are wearing black suits and the other half are wearing white attires. "Close your eyes," Death instructed. Emily closed her eyes. She felt a warm breeze of air around her. She heard a loud whooshing sound, followed by the sound of ominous ringing bells. "The cemetery bells, they call upon us now," Death whispered. The two of them are transported into a realm, outside the mortal bounds, where people and other beings are immortal, where ending doesn't exist. That place looks peaceful. It is just a white horizon that is filled with spiritual. Everyone wears white clothes except for the reapers of the souls.

He said. “ Nothing. I just feel I can. " She said and closed her eyes. She channeled her brother's powers to hers while Arleta and Jon channeled their powers to Cole's. “ You're going back to that grave. " Bellamy said daringly as she made some incantations. She opened her eyes amd it shone bright red. The red light pierced through Dagon's heart and he screamed. “ Your judgement is now. You have committed a grave sin against the seven goddesses and you deserve to die. Your judgement is declared. " Bellamy enchanted.

"Take my Darkgold Bell. It'll protect you." The Darkgold Bell was a spiritual treasure that had qualities of both attack and defense. The energy inside of it formed the vitality of heaven and earth, and ordinary attacks were useless in breaking through it. Although the Thunderbolt Tribulation in front of him was turbulent, Severin was confident that Selene could safely survive it.

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

I had no intention of listening to him but when he pulled two old-fashioned gold bells out of his pocket, my attention, which had been filled with irritation, returned. "What is that?" He showed me the little red and black bells. But surprisingly, although the old man's hand was shaking, the two did not ring. He handed me these which I accepted. "The red bell will only ring if you find the person that the deity has set for you." He smiled softly. "It just means you are destined to meet no matter how complicated your situation is." I could feel the trembling of the old man's hand. It is not because he's old but it is now has a mixture of nervousness and anxiety.