Infinite Reds Novels & Stories

~Hannah’s Point of View~ Red, nothing but red. That's all I see. There’s a thick filter over my eyes and literally it’s all the same color. There’s otherwise so many sounds of the night. A female screams in the distance, males wail in pain from different directions. But it’s all muffled, it’s all not important. Red tunnel vision for my enemy, that’s all I know right now. Nothing matters but draining the life from as many enemies as I can with my bare hands. Seeing each take his last breath.

"I know she’s in there. I know you’re using Kaima to power this digital hell." " 'Hell' is such a dramatic word, Alpha Rowan," Vane smiled, walking down the stairs toward us. "We prefer to call it 'The Infinite Library.' Why leave the magic to rot in the mud where it can be used for war and chaos? Here, it is safe. It is categorized. It is... profitable." He stopped ten feet away, his eyes scanning the countdown on my arm. **158:45:12.**

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."

"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.

, Lilly said as she waved to me. On my way down to the garage I was thinking of something special I could do to impress Miss Peters. My phone vibrated in my pocket but I ignored it for the moment. When I got to the car that was waiting for me I pulled my phone out. I had two messages, one from a number I hated seeing and the other from Miss Peters. I decided to read the one I dreaded first... Mr. McAlister, We need you in Brazil in two weeks for a new shipment. Reply with a yes to confirm you will be here.

The Red Rave's car was armored, so the security decided to stay inside it and prepare to leave as soon as possible. The armor was not enough to calm Darren and Kath, who embraced each other and cried, terrified, living the materialization of the nightmare that had haunted them once. It also did not deter Timothy, who pounded the bodywork, hit the windows with the revolver, after firing two shots at the front window and discovering the protection.