Path Red Bluff Novels & Stories

Tru Parker - Today REDWOOD TREES BLURRED, BECOMING a long streak of auburn brown as the winding road took us out of the forest, away from the twins' house and from everything I didn't want to think about or admit. Unfortunately, the distance didn't seem to ease the familiar pressure building in my chest.

I only feared what might befall my twin brother, Raymond, if his Alpha realized he lied about my death and I became a force to reckon on. “Let’s go to Rose Meadow. You should hope your Delta got that your letter.” I told the last part to the lead hunter. He grunted as I pushed him unto the horse, and climbed behind him. We set off, three horses running towards the Rose Meadow. Irwin rode behind Dara and Camilla rode alone. The journey only lasted for forty minutes before I sighted the red valley. Rose Meadow was only filled with red roses? It wasn’t what I expected despite it’s name. How can such pure place exists in Black Rose Pack?

But, her attempt was an abject failure, as the Alpha had remained deaf to her pleas. The red wolf had heard how the intruders had addressed his Mate, and there was no way they were leaving there alive. Till had his reputation too, and he intended to show these leeches that he had not been called the red wolf for nothing. It was a matter of his pride as a wolf, especially an Alpha male. It wasn't the first time he had faced a group of vampires, but it was the first time that the stakes were purely personal. So, once he was sure his Mate was well placed behind him, the wolf lowered his head close enough to the ground that his breath kicked up dust. His claws dug deep into the ground, and no so

Dominic questioned. "The blast that took place on the rooftop when Colt and I made our way there. The man we caught there, just like in these experiment videos, his skin also glowed red, and he was also behind the blast, with half the building collapsing. It seemed he had high endurance as well," I said, but was that true? The high endurance? The fact that Colt fired more than one shot, and even with the shots I fired at its legs, it still stood back. And I could remember at the very end that I had shot him at his left chest, and yet the blast escalated so big.

He remembered her words and without any thought, he darted out of the roots of the tree. Alex watched in calm as Weaver opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when the motion of a red blur shot out from underneath the slightly uprooted roots of a tree. Weaver was about to give chase but was stopped by Alex, who gently bit down on his tail. "Do not give chase." Alex said firmly and Weaver pulled his ears to his head but nodded while looking into the direction the red blur had run in.

Afro said while glancing at the pirate that was separate from the others “I don’t like killing anyone, but I trust that you know what you’re doing.” The captain voiced his concern. “So what are the Red Eye Pirates? Like a group of pirates?” Matthew asked. “Yes. They are the most infamous pirates on Cobalt’s wanted list. They have an armada of 20 ships and over 500 crew members.” The captain said. “That’s practically an army.” Matthew commented. “Their head captain’s name is Morozko Elvich. His right hand men are Halcyon Grotto, Apollo, and Kirilov Jones. Each ship also has their own ship captain and they are all skilled and dangerous individuals.” Afro added.

I shout and she replies with an okay. The cool crisp autumn breeze blows gently in my hair as I take in the woody scent of trees that stand tall in the vast park. The sun is still setting and a mix of purple, pink, and blue paints across the sky, like fireworks that remain frozen in the air. A few people walk by us enjoying their evening stroll while I listen to Aaliyah talking about Alexander Adair. "Will it be weird?" Aaliyah asks wrapping her scarf tightly around her neck. "What will be weird?" I ask breathing in the cool air.

I need him to dull my edges. “She only eviscerates me when I deserve it,” he says. “So… Tuesdays through Mondays?” I lean over his shoulder, breathing the heat that coils off his skin, and watch the inked path of the patrol route that curls around the marsh. “You left a gap at Frogwater. If Redmaw resurface, they’ll test us there.” “They won’t resurface,” he says. “Redmaw’s broken.” “That’s what the last idiot said before the gods proved they’re comedians.”

“Somewhere quiet. That old ranch near Dunlow Creek... could not be safe now. You know it?” Red’s voice didn’t change. “Can’t say I do.” “Abandoned cattle place... middle of nowhere. Ain’t even on the damn map. Luis said we’ll torch it when we’re done. No traces.” He chuckled bitterly. “Can’t leave ghosts behind, huh?” Red turned back to his glass, swirling the ice slowly, face unreadable. . . .

My father says. "Well, at least I know you did not have anything to do with the deaths of Borris and Bianca, Father. I will go and talk to Maureen and her parents now," I say. I get up, walk out the door, and walk to the Brown's house. Martin answers the door as soon as I knock. He shows me that we must first talk outside before I go inside. We walk around the house into the woods. We find an opening and sit down, looking at the river. We are called the Red River Pack because of this river that flows through our grounds. Early in the morning, the river shines red when the sun starts to show its head. That is why we call the river the Red River.