Deep Red Bells Novels & Stories

Something bright and pure to treasure and corrupt and own forever. “But this guy,” he said, and his face grew tight, “he isn’t about love at all. He’s about hurt and depravity and degradation. Is he a pedophile straight up? I don’t know. Does he like to terrify and torture? I think so. Get him, Marie.” His glowed in a strange way, matching the tiny swatch of red fabric in Marie’s purse. She slipped her fingers and crumpled them around it. “Get him.”

Just as he was about to ask another question, his phone started ringing relentlessly. The moment he answered, Gavin's voice practically shattered the speaker. "Ignatius! Have you seen the video in the company group chat? It's gone viral!"

The news of the king's death was yet to reach the academy. The gigantic bell that was located at the tallest building in RedShire which Minerva learnt was called the bell of doom chimed aggressively. “Bell of doom? Why would anyone want to name a bell?” She asked Belle who was getting ready for today's training. Minerva was already dressed as she woke up very early in the morning due to the fact that she couldn't sleep. Belle chuckled lightly and grabbed her spear from under her bed. “RedShire has so much history, Minerva. As time goes on, you'll learn each of them,” she replied and made for the door.

Five years of memories, then sinking to their watery grave. Samuel redialed until the lifeless tone informed him the phone was off. Frustration boiling over, he slammed his own phone to the floor, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. 'What was Claire trying to tell me? She's getting married? To someone else, just because the date's been changed? This is madness!' he seethed internally. His parents, witnessing his meltdown, grew concerned. His father's expression turned stormy. "Has Claire bolted from her own wedding?"

She didn’t need to pass on that little trait. Losing her original wasn’t as bad as she’d dreaded. She didn’t miss her own Bell’s song, having realized that Fallon could give her so much more than it ever could. It had been a beautiful creation, though, and special, and she missed it a little because of that. This Bell was going to serve a higher or lower, purpose. Rykarr had called it the ultimate assassin’s toy. It hadn’t taken much thought to realize he’d been right. Rain keyed the Bell and opened a portal to Azion’s private rooms. She’d found a way to tune it so she didn’t have be exactly where she wanted to open a portal and had walked by his place yesterday. Happily, he was alone at his

Princess Faricenda was breathing heavily, fixing her gaze on her hands but her fear grew when there were no lines on it. The bell would be rung thrice and now, lines were appearing on the hands and necks already, she looked at her mother as if pleading for something. Her mother closed her eyes muttering a last prayer when she heard the third ringing of the bell and they all transformed. Princess Reda had a brown one with her mother, Princs Danks had a gray one laced with white, Princess Lahore also had a gray one while Prince Henkel and his mother had a tan colored wolf.

All of a sudden, Rosie remembered something. She grabbed my hand and asked carefully, "Hey, Malcolm, where are all the presents I gave you? You always kept them safe in the cabinet like they were treasure. "I was cleaning today and I just couldn't find them anywhere. "Did you take them with you?" She thought I had moved the stuff. I laughed without smiling and let go of her hand, "That junk? I threw it out." Rosie froze, looking up at me in disbelief, her eyes filled with tears, "How could you throw away all those little memories of our love?"