New Red-eyes Card Novels & Stories

“Promise you won’t overreact?” “That depends.” The card felt heavier than paper had any right to be. The gold trim caught the light as I flipped it open, and for a fleeting second, I expected it to bite. Everything these days felt like a test, like the universe kept handing me envelopes full of detonators. And there it was. A casino launch. A deep, luxurious black card with metallic fonts that screamed exclusivity. I blinked once, twice, then looked up at Rosie. “You can’t be serious.”

I'm thinking about his hands, about what they could do. "Ready?" he asks, holding the cards out to me. I nod and take one. I don't look at it right away. I can't. I'm too busy watching him, too captivated by the intense focus in his dark eyes. He draws his own, fanning them out so that I can't see them, takes one, and then places the rest of the deck in a neat pile on the table. "My turn," I say, and finally look down at my hand. The card is white with black lettering that reads:

Nicklaus said while he carefully lay Tiana down on the bed. "Rest now," he said, and Tiana closed her eyes as she didn't want to look anymore. she didn't want to feel or think, but her thoughts drifted back to Nicklaus standing there with his red eyes as blood dripped down from his long nails. He killed the men. Do werewolves have red eyes? No from what she red they have golden eyes only a true alpha has red eyes… but Nicklaus was not an alpha! What was he?? Nicklaus fingers traveling down her cheek disrupted her thoughts.

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."

"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.

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).

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.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

I began touching the cards randomly again, and I let out a startled sound. “This one?” Angie asks tightly. “Y—yeah.” “Keep doing it,” she says. By the end, when I’m allowed to open my eyes, I see that she has separated four cards and is studying them. I recognize three of them as the same ones she showed me before, that day in the park. However, the fourth one is new. I can’t make out the picture. Angie puts the card back down, her expression troubled. “Angie?” I’m beginning to feel worried now.