Mar Rojo Novels & Stories

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.

And with that, he left. "Your brother don dey enter my eyes o" Came Maureen's voice form the next bed. What she said, being the pidgin English for "I'm beginning to admire your brother". I shot her a certain look and smiled. The kind of smile that warns 'keep your eyes off my brother. I didn't say anything to her per se, but I was sure she understood. She smiled back and with a wave of her hand, said" you know I'm kidding" I burst out laughing "of course"

I don’t know who that man is but I am very sure he spells trouble for me; I have only been here two years and not eager to leave yet. The werewolf laws states that any wolf without a pack to belong to is a rogue, and being a rogue is a bad thing. It’s like labelling the words ‘outcast’ on your forehead, everyone avoids rogues. Most of them are banished pack members sent away for doing bad things. I have tried not to think about it, but I cannot shake the dismay that I am now a rogue, running from my past. It tore me to shreds when I first got here but I soon learned to live without family you can depend on.

He however is engrossed in a conversation with our manager Brady. I notice one lone girl looking at all of the food spread out over the counters. Which I find strange. Most models ignore the food. I also notice that she is short for a model. What makes me take notice is that she doesn’t look fake like all the other models. Her long natural caramel-colored hair has what looks like natural blonde highlights in it. She also has streaks of bright cherry red weaved throughout it. She looks up at me and I am now looking into the biggest and brightest eyes I have ever seen. If I had to name the color I would call it teal. I can’t really tell what her body looks like. They have her wrapped

or something like that. Then there's The Marking. Not like biting or stuff like that. This one is for the entire pack. Special paint made by witches, from moon dust, sun dust, first snow water, dew drops and white roses. Weird, right? Anyway, this one is mostly like drawing tattoos, but with the feather from a white owl.

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

Maria was surprised to see him. “ I hear that you and color Red are related. “ thane began, “ You thought you could hide if from us? “ “ As far as I'm concerned it wasn't against game rules. “ Thane arched a brow, “ Feisty, just like your sister. “ “ How can I help you. “ “ I want you to play a game for me. “ “ And what game is that? “ Maria wanted to know. “ I need color Red eliminated from this game and you are the perfect one to play it. In exchange, I can guarantee you a win. “

But I was. "So what is your favourite color?" He asked, breaking the comfortable silence. "Are you really going to do that?" I grinned. "Why not, since we are married I want to know more about you..you intrigue me." He spoke. The fuck. I'm not an animal. "How so?" I asked, playing his little game. It did amuse me. "You just do." He chuckled deeply. I furrowed my brows at his cryptic answer. I took another drag of my joint. "Red. That's my favourite color." Red like the fucking blood of everyone who pisses me off.

For a second, I thought she might do something stupid after all. Then she straightened her shoulders under my coat and walked. Not broken. Not submissive. Just… moving forward because there was nowhere else to go. I watched until she disappeared up the stairs, the Mark on her shoulder hidden but humming at the edge of my awareness like a migraine that hadn’t fully arrived yet. Marco appeared at my side, having come in through a side door, blood still on his hands. “Well?” he asked. “Happy with your holy mess?” I exhaled slowly.

His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers.