Lmk Red Son Novels & Stories

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

He let out a low, vibrating hum—a precursor to the Roar—and the stone gargoyles on the ruined gate suddenly animated, their stone claws reaching for Lucian’s ankles. "Stone-weaving?" Lucian snarled, kicking a gargoyle into dust. "A boy of seven with the powers of the First Luna?". "I am the King-Born!" my son roared, his voice carrying the authority of a hundred generations. The distraction gave me the second I needed. I shifted. The Red Luna emerged, but she was different in this grey world. My crimson fur was matted with ash, and my golden fire was a dull, angry orange. I lunged at Lucian, my jaws snapping inches from his throat.

This was why he disliked going to the Browns’. Liberty was silent for a moment before she said, “Chelsea’s youngest son has always loved bullying Sonny and still does. Luckily, Sonny’s started learning some self-defense and is a little stronger than before. If the adults don’t take sides, Lucas can’t beat Sonny. “The Browns might not take sides anymore, but I can’t say the same for Chelsea. She’s always been a selfish and self-centered person.

"Your crush. I think he really needs someone to knock some sense into his head. I've tried, he listened but I can tell he's still having second thoughts" I frowned. "About what?" "His mother. She left him clues to find out the truth. He's scared. Kevin told him that Skull is his father" I gapsed. "Yeah, He's in the garden and he's so lonely and blue as he waits for his angel to minister to him" Lee said, grinning. "Don't be ridiculous" I said, leaving the room for the two lovers. I found Red in the garden, looking very gloomy. His tousled hair had fallen over his left eye messily. "Red?" I said, approaching him.

He took a step back. "Michael don't! You promised!" Lloyd yelled. I knew I did, but I had no choice. "Who is he?!" I asked in my Alpha power. Beck cried in pain as he fell to the ground and yelled. "He is the son of the Redwood Alpha!"

It was still one of my darkest memories, maybe because of the treacherous feelings that bubbled somewhere in me, or the fact that none of the bastards in that party had bothered helping my father. "Don Lucian." I closed my eyes to the memory of the first person we had seen at the party. He was middle aged, and spurted lots of tattoos, like he was brandishing a war weapon. "Is this your daughter?" He asked, his eyes darting between mine and my father. "Yes, she is. She is Red. Red, this is Don Al." I gave a small smile and stretched my hand, to which he accepted. "Nice to meet you."

Older, deadlier. It wasn’t until he greeted us and said his last name did I realized the person Red had been with all these years was none other than my own enemy’s son. “Good evening, I’m Andrei Evermore.” His green eyes glowed, and he put on this smile that I knew I couldn’t trust. I fear Margaret was right. Red made a bad call with this one. The problem is that I can't say anything. Red won't appreciate everyone ganging up on her. But I'll have a word with her later.

He knew nothing of his enemies before that battle but now he has a chance to take tactics by the balls and hopefully win against the whole werewolf faction. "How?" Monroe asked, interested. Not being able to take the hint of Grey looking into his former territory if there was one. "How's your pack revenue!" Grey asked taking over, he pulled the map closer. "It's great! Multiple businesses and a secure Swiss account with several thousands!" He bragged still not getting the point Grey was driving at. "If you are able to get moons peak off the attack team that will leave Lycaon Order, Rogue nation, ShadowLake and Blood moon. Among these Lycaon order is the most lethal so take them off the map w

He would soon learn the folly of underestimating the Blue Mountain pack and the fierce Luna who ruled in her mate's stead. "Mother?" I turned to see my son, Luke, approaching, his brow furrowed with concern. At eighteen years old, he was the spitting image of his father – broad-shouldered and tall, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight into one's soul. "The scouts have returned," Luke said, his voice grave. "The Red Claw pack is less than a day's march from our borders." I nodded, my expression hardening with determination. "Then we must prepare for battle."

The moment my son, Leo, said those words, both Bruce and I froze. In the 28 days since I’d realized Bruce’s heart wasn’t with us, every time he abandoned me and Leo for Fiona, I made Leo call him "Alpha Bruce." It was a reminder, to both of us, not to waste our tears on someone who wasn’t worth it. But that’s not how Leo saw it. He was only seven, at an age where a boy hero-worships his father.