Mar Rojo Novels & Stories

It just exploded out, wild and pissed off. Except, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shift. Nah. Her fur wasn’t the usual brown, gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red—like, blood-red. The kind of red that makes you stare and forget how to breathe, burning crazy-bright under the moon. Yeah. The red wolf. The one from the stupid stories.

I most definitely didn't hate him but did I- Suddenly, I was grabbed by my hips and my legs went around Narc's waist snapping me out of my thought. I stared at his eyes. Red fucking eyes. The Martinez gene. It was unbelievable that some people could even possess the eye colour red but him and his family was living proof that It's possible. Red was most infamously known to be the colour of anger and in his reputation, he had the worst anger temper I have ever seen before. Never have I ever thought of it as love because it could potentially be like that. Guess it will always be some sort of fucking mystery.

Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself. Aranjo chose to play fast-paced music, the music she played was a song that told the story of the greatness of the sky realm warriors while fighting. So many feelings are contained in the music it brings. One thing Aranjo doesn't realize is that when she is immersed in the rhythm, her aura spreads and affects all the guests. Only high-powered Gods and goddesses would not be affected by the aura. The emperor saw clearly the color of Aranjo's aura. Currently, Aranjo's magic power was at a moderate level where the aura color was red. But golden sparks framed that red aura that affected the guests.

I didn't even realize how thirsty I was until I was done. "Thank you Ramon" I said while handing him the cup. He took it and placed it on the bedside table. "Do you know anyone you would like to call?" Ramon asked as he remained standing. I couldn't see his eyes clearly for the lighting in the room was low. The only source of light was the lamp by the bed which emitted a faint glow enough for me to only see Ramon but not too bright. "Yes" He stood up wordlessly and left the room again. A big dog with brown fur came running into the room and hopped in the bed with me.

Red, the color of violence, rage, war, blood, the hue that defines passion, love, tenderness, lust astonished but sustains Brian McCoy’s personality splendidly, although I grant him more like a grey or black color guy, just like his disguises and cold behavior he carries all his life.

I trailed off. The Alpha scoffed. "I suggest you keep your eyes off my mate, rouge." "And if I don't?" I moistened my lips and met his stare. Alpha Xandros, my mate and also the one who despised me. Oh god, can you believe it? An ex-omega, now a rouge and an Alpha mated? Fated played me hard. "Then you'll face consequences." My lips curled up in a half smile. "Like you did before?"

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

And five of our wolves behind him. Great. I stare at him. “You brought a parade.” He grimaces. “I tried not to.” “You failed.” “They didn’t give me a choice.” The wolves behind him look tense but respectful. Heads slightly bowed. Eyes sharp. I step back and let them in. The room feels smaller instantly. “What is this,” I ask. Jason rubs the back of his neck. “Intervention?” I glare. One of the senior wolves, Marta, steps forward. She’s older. Gray at the temples. Strong as hell.

Grinning as if she’s aware of something we're n’t. Rosa’s blades are unsheathed before the plate touches the ground. “Coño.” The dish remains intact. It liquefies, pernil transforming into wax streaming, over the table shaping words: TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS, TÍO MARCO. INFORM MOMMY THAT I LONG, FOR HER. The wax solidifies into a red handprint (Isla’s hand precisely the same size). Rosa clutches my wrist with force that her nails break the skin.

samara said hugging me with smile when i noticed Rohit and Erica were staring at each other. Author Note: Dear All, If you wish to see faces of our 'RED: Shade of Betrayal' Characters then please check out my Insta account Valentinestories_1728 also let me know what do you feel about this story so far. Untill next update Happy Reading :)