Lmk Red Son Novels & Stories

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."

"Are you going to still disrespect her as you have been doing for the past few months by sleeping around with ungodly women who look like whores?" The Lycan king laughed out loudly as he looked at the courage in the eyes of his son. I could sense that the Lycan King was thinking of how he was going to respond to his son. I could sense the tension going on between the two of them. I could sense all the feeling as I stood in one spot, wondering when I would be told to go back home.

He asks, shock evident in his voice. I let out a deep breath. “Simon just know that I do. Don’t ever question me again. Anyways, you can remorse about Miller leaving after you send me the picture and description. Remember two minutes.” I say ending the call. Within two minutes I have Miller’s picture with me. According to Simon he’s a 5ft 6 inch Caucasian male in his late twenties who weighs about 205 pounds. He has dark brown eyes and dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He has a tattoo of a bird on the inside of his right middle finger and his full name is Joshua Miller.

"I'm the son of Dahok Ocean, chief of Sage Lake Sect. You can call me Maron." Then, rubbing his brow, he sighed. "Oh, Frank… I don't know how you killed Bocek and Quinn, but you've really done it now. Did you think that the Sage Lake Sect wouldn't come after that?"

I intentionally provoked Aidan. "Why should I be scared?" Aidan slammed his hand on the desk. "Let's go now. Whoever doesn't follow is a coward." We marched to Martin's ward in full force. As soon as we opened the door, we heard the voice of Martin's mother, Camila Lowell. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't done that to Scarlett, she wouldn't be in this mess!" The bed was still piled with masks and equipment. We all swarmed inside, startling both of them.

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."

“Maestro! What are you doing here?” His lips curled into a smile, his eyes fixed on mine. He placed both hands calmly on the desk. “My name is Eric Redwood…son of late Alpha Damien Redwood and present Alpha of the Redwood pack.” “Huh!” I exclaimed.