Novel Red Novels & Stories

Without giving a response, he reached for his bag- a small brown leather bag that was placed close to him on the floor. “Here,” it was a novel, and that made her gaze narrow on it, then slowly, their eyes locked. She hesitated, staring at it longer than expected, but after his hand fidgeted due to staying in an uncomfortable position for long, she reached for it. “It should help,” it was Damon's baritone voice. “Hope in the dark?” She asked, with her eyes fixed on the novel and a hint of confusion playing in her eyes. “By Rebecca Salnit, yes,” he completed, and a sip of the coffee followed. “You should try it out.”

Sure, he’s felt cold and his skin hair stood up due to fear but he’s never felt the need to run away. Then he heard the cafeteria door open. _________________________________________________________________________ Red reached the building. It was abandoned, something that the file didn’t note. In fact, the file told her that Anna had many friends here. What happened? Contemplating if her travel here was wasted, Red sees a car parked nearby. The car was run down and old but it was functioning. Approaching it, Red uses a folded piece of cloth to touch the exhaust pipe. After a few seconds, she notices that the cloth was still warm.

Her soft cries provided joy to the couple, letting them forget all the burden put on their shoulders. Unfortunately, the joyous moment they shared didn’t last that long. The Emperor of Heaven hunted them down and showed them no mercy. The terrified faces of the couple undoubtedly satisfied the enraged man standing meters away from them. Alois draws out his Celestine sword and swings it up in the air, aiming for the chest of the Alpha wolf Louis. Callista tried to save her husband and covered him using her body and ended up getting stabbed by the opponent. She is bathing in her own blood and her body lied lifeless on the cold wooden floor.

And Marie hopped on the bus. The ride went on for hours, but it still wasn’t long enough. On the final leg of the journey, she found herself glancing longingly at the countryside, at the other passengers, at anything that she could think about wistfully. She did not want to be where she was going to be. She didn’t want to see the original monster. Marie carried a tiny scrap of red hoodie that the police said she could have. It was cut out of the original and hemmed neatly around the edges. No fraying. No sawing of blood and bone and fabric and darling little girls.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

I said, and they nodded. We stayed in our human forms just in case they would use something unpredictable, like magic. We charged at them, turning poor Nova's courtyard into a blood field. I looked at Red, admiring the way her body moved as she slashed the throats of our enemies. It was an absolutely ridiculous moment to be turned on, but that was what she did to me. Goddess… Watching this fragile creature turn into a ruthless killer made me want to fist her hair, kiss her, and then fuck her brains out as she was still covered in blood.

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest

I was almost skipping around the store on my toes, my veins pumping with adrenaline and an unnerving excitement that made me so restless as I looked through the books. The minute I reached got to the next Aisle and reached for the Red Kingdom series; The Rise Of The Red Kingdom, The Fall of the Red Kingdom, and Fire and Ice, I felt it again. And this time, it was more intense. It felt like someone was drilling holes into my back with their eyes, causing goosebumps to sprout on my skin. My muscles locked and my hand was almost giving away the pile of books in my hands.

My vision is blurred as I attempt to look at the large wolf standing a respectable five feet in front of me. “My name is Alpha Julian Redding. I was contacted some time ago by Alpha Andre Redmen about assisting him in getting his brother out of harm’s way, out of Red Fang. Based on the way you entered my buffer zone, I’d like to think you’re looking for help.” His voice is patient and kind, reminding me of Alpha Black, the alpha I’m longing to be held and comforted by.

My bedroom was messed up and I couldn't think straight when everything was trashy around me. Colliding on a comfortable couch, l opened up the book and began reading it. The pages were coming to my hand as the glue wasn't that strong but either way, Bane did a good job fixing it. The writing inside the book were mainly stories, non-fiction, about the horrible events that happened in the eighteenth century. "Is written by someone from the Redwood bloodline," I mumbled as Isreal’s shadow appeared at the corner of my eyes. "Do you know him? Simon don?"