New Red-eyes Card Novels & Stories

"Hey, if you don’t want to know about your brother, don’t ask." "Now why would I want to be in this game if I can’t ask the fun questions?" She finished shuffling and dealt the cards, and once more he caught the smirk. She had a point. This game could take any direction, which is what made it fun. "Game is 5 card stud, one-eyed Jacks wild." He couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course, she would pick the hardest game with the less freakin’ wilds. He pulled his cards up and looked them over, rather surprised to see them. A three-of-a-kind wasn’t bad when one was playing stud. He placed his bet and grinned to himself as she debated her own before taking up his bet.

I can’t “You have to” My eyes burned. Heat flooded my veins. The pressure intensified. Wolves around the circle stepped back instinctively. “What’s happening?” someone whispered. “Look at her eyes” I looked up. The world sharpened. Colors deepened. Every heartbeat in the clearing became audible. My eyes weren’t normal anymore. Not gold like an alpha. Something darker. Older. Red. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Some wolves dropped to their knees. Not by choice. Instinct. One wolf tried to stay standing. His legs trembled violently. His jaw clenched.

It’s felt. Eyes found us. Bodies shifted. Voices dropped. One look at Alaric’s armband and posture said enough. He had attended previous summits in my place. He was known. But he wasn’t the one they feared. It was the one in the middle. Hair fell over my eyes as I walked, not to hide, but to shield them from the stares. The red had always drawn attention, and attention always made people uncomfortable. I didn’t slow. Neither did the others. Remus walked with the quiet of a storm. He never spoke unless it was absolutely necessary. Alaric, on the other hand, was already scanning the place with sharp, practiced eyes.

When his eyes met mine, I wanted to glance away but tensed up as I saw the way his eyes hardened while taking in my appearance. “Eyes up here, you jerk.” Aubrey snapped her fingers in front of Ryder’s face. Shelly giggled, her eyes shifting from Ryder’s face to mine. He rolled his eyes at them before lifting my right hand up and placing something thin and rectangular onto my outstretched palm. When his hands came into contact with mine, I immediately blushed. I glanced down. It was a black card. I shook my head as I tried to give it back to him. He closed my fingers around it and pushed it towards me.

"Pack this up for me, please." Catelyn knew Maria was taking a jab at her, and her face darkened. She snatched the red card and waved it. "What is this, some knockoff? Is it more prestigious than a black card?" To her surprise, the saleswoman exclaimed, "You have a black card, and you don't know about the red card?" Eleanor's expression changed slightly. "Don't tell me… This is the red card issued jointly by the world's top ten financial institutions?"

"How is that possible?" How, indeed? I pushed my cards forward and revealed my hand. "It's over. The seven of diamonds is the indicator, which makes the eight of diamonds wild. I started with four wild cards. I win." Lawrence's eyes were glued to the table, his face pale as he whipped around to glare at the man across from me, Noah Dane. "A-A seven?" he stammered. "How is it a seven?" Noah was obviously panicking. He waved his hands frantically. "I-I didn't…"

The other packs he gained for his Territory were actually signed over to him by some older Alpha's who didn't have heirs or their sons had died already. He had started getting disheartened about not finding his mate. At the time he was twenty-five and most found their Mates around eighteen or nineteen. However, he had finally found her. She was the daughter of a Beta at a pack he was at to sign a Treaty. He was thrilled to finally have someone to take home to his pack and present as his Luna.

Her fingers were quick, controlled, her long red nails flashing like danger signals. “You always play this late?” he asked. “I don’t sleep much. Not when there’s still money to be made. Or something interesting on the table.” “And what’s interesting tonight? The game…or me?” Ridley smirked, dealing five cards with precision. “We’ll see.” She slid him into his car. He picked them up cards, scanning the numbers. Two pairs. Not bad. “So,” she said, reaching for her chips. “We’ll play a few hands. But not for money.”