New Red-eyes Card Novels & Stories

she started smiling but he wiped the victorious smile of her face by adding "I mean me and you. Get rid of your feelings for me and go find your mate. The sooner you leave the better" "Are you kicking me out of the pack because of a human?" "No. This is your home too. But if you attack them again I won't hesitate to throw you out" he walked past and went back inside. He'd been on his way to his office when he heard a scream and rushed outside only to find Dane attacking the humans. If he hadn't stepped in the middle, they'd be carrying out a dead body. What Reed wasn't sure of was who's body it would have been. Just as he'd suspected, that crazy woman wasn't as simple as she looked. When he

Anna tried not to smirk. “I’m just telling you what I see. Of course you can’t get the entire story from one card, let’s see the card that covers yours.” The next card was the Knight of Swords. “I do see a man, dark eyes, dark hair that will be coming into your life very soon.” “Well, I hope he’s not on horseback, unless he’s a NYC cop!” “Could be. Before I deal out the rest of the cards, can you tell please tell me what day and year you were born?”

Jack beat me to the race and knelt beside her, "what is it?" "Oh nothing, it's just, I always see this photo and I need to ask, who is this?" When I take a look at the photo she's talking about I immediately run out of energy, I feel numb at the very moment. That was the legendary painting of the eyes of Ego, the duo color of red and blue caused a lot of panic, it was the pride of this family. But honestly, we were too scared to even move it, it's got this bad aura.

The real answer was in her eyes, big and blue and piercing, as she looked from me to the nearly naked Malena, devouring the sight hungrily. I looked at my cards and had a pair of eights with a king high, so I discarded the other two but got nothing useful back. That was alright though, because Josh grunted in disbelief, "God damn it."

“But if you’re any form of threat to my family, I won’t hesitate to really fucking kill you. Do you understand me?” Lyralei was taken aback because during the shadow wolf fight she could swear all the wolves’ eyes had glowed orange like normal wolves did when their wolves rose to the surface. But Eliasen’s eyes were glowing pure red right now, bright enough to see even in the daylight streaming down between buildings. Do Gerald's eyes glow red also? She's seen his eyes glow gold but red? She wondered what was the story behind such crimson eyes. Eliasen suddenly smiled and shook her head like she hadn’t just threatened murder two seconds ago. “Come on, I’ll show you around,” she said cheerful

red. He didn’t know why this was, no one did. But he was the only wolf he’d ever heard of to have red eyes. Most wolves eyes were yellow or orange, or some derivative of those colors; and then some, like Emily had blue… although even that was rare. But he never had much of a chance to learn about his lineage… since his father was killed before he was even old enough to shift. So his red eyes were a mystery to him. He stood there.. eyeing Nick and all his guards. The other people that had shown up to watch this debacle…this..sham of a trial, he was inches away from attacking them all. It would take one second. One second and he would shift and eat them all for breakfast.

"RED-EYEZ, the company that oversees the Vousme dating application is strongly suspected of being the mastermind behind this tragedy. We urge Vousme users to immediately delete the application from your devices and wait for the results of the investigation into RED-EYEZ leader, Jayden Gavian." After the narrative of Jay's fall was echoed, the Riot Squad aimed at the hearts of RED-EYEZ vampires. One by one, they descended into the anger of actual death. Their bodies lay bloodless, their pale skin turned blue, and their eyes widened. Only the blood of their prey remains in their mouth area, and the fishy smell is everywhere. "Too late," Jay muttered.

His red eyes depict anger. "Let me save him first, Alpha Ryder, and I'll be yours" I whimpered

Helene One of the attendant’s eyes widened with genuine awe as she glanced at the sleek, obsidian-bloodstone red card in my hands. “Oh my goodness… Miss Freya, you’re have THE OBSIDIAN VELVET CARD,” she whispered reverently, as if speaking of a sacred artifact. “This isn’t just any elite card. This is the absolute pinnacle, the rarest and most powerful card in existence. While the Black Elite Card is already reserved for billionaires and opens most doors… the Obsidian Black sits far above it. It’s not even in the same league.”

Remy squeezes my knee once. I squeeze back. The card dissolves into ruby light that crawls across the table and slots itself into the center like the final piece of a puzzle. All nine final cards are played. The table flares (white-gold, coyote-gold, dragon-copper, blood-ruby, living flame). The Veil appears above us (torn, bleeding, fraying). And then it holds. Not patched. Not torn down. Healed. The cracks seal with threads of every color we just bled onto the table (love, rage, grief, joy, choice).