Infinite Reds Novels & Stories

A crimson warning signal pulsed repeatedly at the center display, illuminating the room in violent flashes of red. “Sir,” one of the analysts stammered the moment he noticed me. His hands moved frantically across the console in front of him. “Redward is resurfacing.” I said nothing immediately. Instead, I adjusted my glasses and studied the silver distortion spreading slowly across the surveillance feed. Most men looked at ghosts and felt fear. I looked at ghosts and saw inventory. For nineteen years, I believed Redward had been exhausted completely. Every usable trace of Argentis energy had been harvested from that land before its collapse. Or so I had assumed.

"But I'm having a strange gut feeling. After your explanation, did you notice how dark his eyes turned behind those glasses?" "He is just overwhelmed. Once the team acquires his fortune. Kill him," Makoto ordered, then switched to English. "We have a job to give you. If you succeed. We shall seal our connection with documents. What do you say, Lincoln?" "And what might that be, Makoto?" "Hunters are becoming a problem to the Serpents, and suddenly we heard a rumor that shook the circle. A hunter named RED might have returned after staying silent for the last six years."

"I don't want a temporary arrangement." He reached into his other pocket. He pulled out a small box. It wasn't velvet. It was made of polished obsidian. He opened it. Vespera gasped. It wasn't a white diamond. It wasn't the Thorne sapphire. It was a Red Diamond. One of the rarest stones on earth. It glowed with a fierce, internal fire, the color of passion, the color of blood, the color of the dress she had worn to destroy her enemies.

"Mr. Randall, Corbin just made a mistake. Please, let him off this once." The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Senna Harlow on her knees outside the Thornwell Group building. She had always been proud to a fault, yet here she was, willing to throw away her dignity for Corbin Pryce.

The shock and instant fear that cascades through my veins icily mutes them back to natural green instantly, and I fall back, eliciting a yelp as I’m gripped with a sense that something is really wrong with that. Red? What the hell? They’re not red. They can’t be. No one has red, never in all the times, and notes, and books, and packs, and clans, and history, of our kind. I’ve never heard of it and it dawns on me, the elders have forgotten about Colton’s pointing it out that day. It was never mentioned again, or maybe they thought he was mistaken, or maybe they were so preoccupied by the fact he almost marked me right under their noses and that was far mor pressing an issue. I mean it’s ludic

His pupils are Dialiting with different shades of skyblue and hazel eyes color. This room has red bulbs with a large big red light chandelier in the middle. We both stand under this red light chandelier light, he is much taller to me so the light effect is more to him, and he is illuminating like a Greek god. I've seen different men but he is different, actually everything about him is different.

Harry began to protest before a butterfly, out of nowhere, appeared before their eyes. The Alpha couldn't suppress a grunt as he noticed the blood-red patterns on the insect's night wings. _ Bloody leeches," Till grumbled. Harry reached forward with one hand, and the insect seemed to let out a shrill scream before twisting in painful spasms and crashing into the young man's palm. Then, slowly, the wings stretched into the shape of black parchment where elegant gothic writing in red ink formed. _ Good evening, dear Alpha of the Red Moon, I beg you to excuse the absence of my offspring at your side for your arrival on our beloved Land.