Path Red Bluff Novels & Stories

Solomon raised his gun at the unexpected survivor and pulled the trigger. Kyle stared at the shape formed by the flare and contemplated. “Blair, that flare seems to be... from Eastern Erebar.” Regular signal flares would emit bright light but would not create a shape. Blair looked up with a faintly malicious smile. “Eastern Erebar?” Perfect. He wanted to see who would come to save Anthony. Blair looked at Anthony in the wheelchair, emitting a chilling and dangerous aura. “Bring Anthony here.” Anthony was brought up to the deck.

Everything in that place was strange, which did not hold back to amaze us. The cascade encased in red color thrilled us. Even the fruits and flowers were only black and red. For a time, we were all staring at each other. The soil in many areas was sunken where walking was almost impossible. Bell picked up bananas that fell on the ground. I even warned her, but the hunger was taking our lives off.

### Red Red knew what was coming, but still nothing could prepare him for the lancing pain it brought him to hear Misha fucking Lars. He knew he should’ve just run off, as far away as he possibly could within the infernal collar’s range, and busy himself fastidiously with hunting down some decent fresh meat. He needed to feed. He needed to KILL something. He meant to do all this noble and responsible things, he really did, but instead he found himself coming closer. The proverbial moth to the motherfucking proverbial flame. Like a man in a dream, he drifted slowly and inevitably closer to the sounds and smells of the incredibly unlikely couple fucking. He crested the final hill between them

“Great, then let’s go to Dawson City. We’ll ask around.” Our team arrived with the vehicle, and we drove towards our destination. “A team of Red Wolves has been sighted in the Brooks Range, Alaska, Alpha,” said a team member. “What about the other team?” “Maybe they’re following Cerelia,” suggested Alpha Datsyuk. “Possible.”

WE MOVED ON with our quest shortly after lunch. Jacob reminds us that we are about to pass an abandoned tribe. We were supposed to choose a different path but Jacob said that crossing the river might not be a good idea right now since it rain hard last night. The unearthly silence of the tribe welcomed us the moment we reached it. The sound of the wheels and the sound the horses made surrounds the place. Jacob mentioned earlier that after the second Blood War, the tribe people who used to live here abandoned this place.

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

Rose squinted her eyes tight, clench her fist and bring herself back from Alexander Jones's thoughts, after taking a shower and changed into her silk red nightdress she made herself a large drink and started sipping red wine royally sitting on the couch and net surfing on her mobile. The latest news across through her sight of eyes through the mobile screen and immediately dragged her interest. 'Duluth city is an uproar again, another murder near sunset point by mysterious killer Red Rose.' Rose doesn't want to go for these kinds of news but was just sparing her gaze to headlines. This is the fifth murder by Red Rose whole special department of Duluth city in an uproar not able to get even a

“Try imagining your life without him, Pete.” Pete immediately looked away, a blush creeping across his cheeks. “I understand,” he muttered softly. “I know exactly how that feels.” Ethan smirked. “Careful with that blush, Pete. I might end up dead before the day is over. He might think I’m the reason you’re turning red.” “Ethan!” Pete exclaimed, glaring at him. But Ethan continued mercilessly. “You’re blushing even harder now. Better prepare yourself—your ass is definitely going to be on fire tonight.”

While some of the younger generations of wolves did not fully understand the significance of the red wolves, many of us had learned about them throughout our entire lives, especially those of us with families with white wolves. “Beta Davis is moving the first line of warriors to the clearing about 300 yards from the southeast border. The scouts have reported some initial movements. It appears as if Damien is correct – they will be coming from the southeast.” Michael reported, standing next to me as Justin and moved another group of warriors into position. A breeze came in from the southeast and I noticed the slight smell of rogues in the air. The breeze was to our advantage. If it were blowi

"The Crimson Meadow is an expansive plain of tall blood-red grass stained permanently from prior combats. The wailing wind bears the shrieks of those who perished here, their spirits eternally tethered to this place. The ghastly field stretches as far as the eye can see, the blades of grass swaying in macabre unison. A foreboding fog hovers just above the ground, obscuring whatever horrors lie in wait. There will be no mercy here. Only the ruthless and the damnably fortunate will emerge alive from the site," "Step into the tall red grasses at your own peril, for here the grass stains permanently with the blood of those who have come before. The wind moans through the stalks, a chorus of angu