Life Of Agony River Runs Red Shirt Novels & Stories

Still distant. Still broken. I curl up in the dirt, unable to stand. Barely able to breathe. I can’t even bring myself to care where I am. I just want to lie here and scream until the grief stops choking me. If wolves could cry tears, I’d be sobbing hard enough to flood the forest floor. Instead, I just whine and howl between gasping pants. My chest aches like someone’s clawed it open and ripped out my lungs. That’s probably why I don’t even flinch when a red wolf with white-socked paws pads quietly toward me.

My eyes widened in shock as I glanced down at my exposed thigh, blood trickling down, staining my skin a deep crimson. What the… why am I bleeding? River and Mason immediately rushed to me, their eyes reverted back to their normal colors—Black and silver. Both were staring at me in utter horror as blood trickled down my thighs. Whatever it was that made them want to kill each other earlier, have been completely forgotten. “Allison…” River’s voice was weak, barely a whisper. I wasn’t used to it. I haven’t spent much time with him but I knew River Perez wasn’t like this. He spoke clearly and with absolute authority. He was an Alpha.

“This better?” River smirked. “It says ‘emotionally repressed’ instead of ‘completely dead inside.’ So, progress.” “You really don’t care who you offend, do you?” “Not really. People usually shoot at me before they ask for manners.” Jace’s eyes flicked to him in the mirror. “You’ve been shot?” River didn’t blink. “Twice.” Jace turned fully. “Where?” River lifted his shirt slightly, revealing a scar on his side. “Here and here,” he said, pointing to his shoulder. “Afghanistan. Long time ago.”

“Please, don’t do this.” His skin is cold to the touch, his breaths shallow and ragged, raspy and labored. Panic claws at my chest, threatening to choke me, but I force myself to focus. I tear a strip of cloth from my tunic, pressing it against the wound near his heart, but it’s not enough. The blood keeps coming, pooling around us and staining the grass a dark, sickening red. “Damn it, River, don’t you dare die on me!” My voice cracks as tears blur my vision. “Why did you have to be so reckless?”

River disappeared into his closet and walked out with one of his long t-shirts with Avenge Seven Fold on it. “I'll call Helen while you change,” River murmured. I snatched the shirt from him in irritation. I can't believe I'm changing into one of his shirts. It would be long on me. River was muscular and tall, so his shirts were big. River disappeared into his closet again as I headed for the bathroom.

Blood instantly soaked Clara's white dress. Her right arm was broken, and she curled up on the ground in pain. I looked at her calmly as she lay in a pool of blood. "I prefer to have my revenge on the spot. That's just who I am." My voice was eerily calm. "You always have to pay the price if you destroy something that someone treasures." Guests around us gasped, stepping back in shock. Some people shrieked while others started recording on their phones, and a growing crowd whispered anxiously.

Someone grabbed my arm in the chaos; I yanked away without thinking, nails scratching skin, and stumbled against the altar. Pain flared in my shoulder as I hit the stone. The bandage slipped. And the Mark woke up. Heat surged beneath my skin, bright and sharp, like fingers of lava scratching from the inside. I hissed, curling in on myself as the symbol burned against the air, pulsing faintly red through the torn cloth. One of the men swore. “What the—?” “Don’t touch her!” Elara shouted, stepping in front of me, her frail body suddenly a shield.

Yellow fluid mixed with blood snaked through the cracks in the tiles, forming a thin stream. She extended a finger and wrote a crooked “regret” in the river of blood. Then, her fingertip went still. Rio glanced back just once, then immediately gagged. While gagging, he pulled out his phone and pressed the live-stream start button. Then, he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Folks, brace yourselves! The most tragic scene on the planet. Start sending in donations!” Just as he looked down to adjust the beauty filter, a wave of scalding heat swept over him from behind.

The river runs red with blood. Andy! My eyes snap open, and a gasp flies out of my lips. A hand holds me steady, and I immediately try to pull away and fight them off.

I yell. He spins around, raising his gun as I fire mine. Hitting him square in the chest. Red paint splatters him everywhere. The guys jump up yelling Yeah! Then quickly die it down. I stand smirking. As River looks down at his shirt, his hands flop to his side. "Fuck." He smiles turning his eyes back up at me. Franco is dancing. "Woo-hoo. Four hundered big ones, buddy. Pay up!"