Infinite Reds Novels & Stories

When you go to give tuition to their son, try to dig as good deal of information as you can from the child, servant, or anyone around them. ‘After each valuable information you will get a reward of the same amount, you just have one-week time.’ ‘Don’t forget to delete the message after reading it.’ All these messages of the same date, the first day when a mysterious person paid her first installment. After that Alex read the messages and all are different locations of red-letter boxes address which is mostly not in use nowadays. “Damn it.” Alex punches the wooden table hard, startling the three people. “Boss, what happened?” Henry reacted first.

"I don't care if you have to tear the earth apart with your bare hands! You had one simple task—buy a vase—and you... 'ruined it' doesn't even begin to cover the sheer scale of your failure!" My complete lack of distress was driving him insane. He glared at my blurred reflection in the dark glass window. "What kind of godforsaken necklace costs two hundred million dollars?!" If the bank transfer hadn't been personally verified by the auction house director, he would have assumed I had funneled the cash into a secret offshore account. He would never understand. To me, that dimensional necklace was worth trillions. Having survived the brutal horrors of the post-apocalyptic world once before, I

“But how do you see the lines?” Aelia seemed to take in Sam before speaking. “There are three colors of connections. The two prominent ones are white and red.” “Red being for fated?” Sam asked, now genuinely interested. I smiled, once he was given something he didn’t have a lot of information on, suddenly he was a little kid asking a million questions. For once, I was glad it wasn’t aimed at me but I wondered how well Aelia would take it. “Correct. Red is the fated mates. Some connections you can actually see are broken and some continue on that leads to their other half.”

And he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. So one could only imagine the shock he got when the one woman he wanted more than succumb to his desires. Red was nothing like all the other women he met. She wasn't like any of those girls he had bedded before. She was pure, innocent, and beautiful. She was a breath of fresh air to his life. He could feel it, just by looking at her. The very moment she stepped into the room, in that red lingerie, her soul shined brighter than the sun.

“I was going to send roses. But fire seemed more fitting.” The feed glitched briefly, then returned. “You burned down my sanctuaries. Killed my agents. Stole my network. Now I offer you an invitation.” Behind him, shadows moved. Other men, silent. Faces masked in crimson. Donatello continued, voice low and steady. “Seventy-two hours from now, the world will bleed again. We call it the Red Reaping. A global relaunch. New routes. Old names reborn. Every girl we lost will be replaced. Every city you touched, repaid.”

Legend has it that there is an invisible red thread that connects people to those they are destined to meet. It symbolizes friendship, love, protection; no matter how far apart, they will meet. And fate will be realized. In this world, there are two types of person that you will meet at the of your red string; platonic twin flame- that one person that’s supposed to be your best friend, and a romantic twin flame- the one that’s supposed to make you whole, your other half. The one that will make you complete; the other half of your soul.

"It means I'm no longer a part of your hierarchy or the Architects' code." "It means you’re a **Prime-Link**," Fenris corrected. "The Red Blood is the original frequency of the Vespera signal. It’s the raw, unedited power of the creators. The Architects turned it White to make it manageable. The Reapers turned it Green to make it a hive. But the Red? The Red is the power to rewrite the physical laws of the universe." He looked around the square, at the crumbling buildings and the confused people. "The Intersection is collapsing, Elara. The two realities are rejecting each other like a bad organ transplant. If you don't use that Red Blood to anchor the world, the Earth is going to shake itsel

“A man like Kane? He’s insulated by layers of money and men who ask no questions. The hooded figure is already in the wind. The vial is untraceable. This was a test. To see how close he could get.” He turns his gaze back to me, and it’s like being pinned by ice. “He got very close, Elizabeth. And he doesn’t like to fail. He’ll try again. Soon.” “How long?” My ghostly voice is barely a whisper. Red’s smile is a grim slash. “Your body has forty-eight hours. Maybe less. He knows it’s now or never. After that, even if you win your little internal war with Claire Hart… there’ll be nothing left to come home to.”

I ask, turning to face him fully. He shrugs, hands slipping into his pockets. “Why not? Ghost isn’t the only one who sees the fire in you.” Red reappears with her arms full, dumping things into my arms. “Try them. If you don’t, I will.” I roll my eyes, muttering a curse under my breath. Titan leans in as I turn toward the dressing room. “You should pick the red one,” he says quietly, voice brushing hot against my ear. “Something about that color on you...”

His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"