Path Red Bluff Novels & Stories

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.

“You cannot take the direct route into the Roguelands. We have a small road system now that leads into the river basin, where the Opal Hill pack resides. That’s your closest pack affiliated with the Roguelands. But you have to stay off the roads.” “Why? Are you telling me you have Draven Rebels in the Highlands?” “Possibly, or a small faction of their coven. We’ve killed at least thirty in the past month. The Alpha of Redwood took out an entire group of them in a cave near the edge of his territory two weeks ago. He left no survivors, but his pack suffered casualties.” “You realize by telling me this that I have to report it to my commander, who will then relay this information to the king–”

the Alpha says, his voice steady… but deadly. I’ve seen Red shift on the fly before in the heat of the moment, it takes him less than five seconds and it’s damn impressive. *Took out three wolves trying to get home near the border. Tattoos look like they’d been rogues before,* Buddy reports, on an open mind-link. Goddess I need to just wrap this up and get home to discipline my little brat of a mate.

I think to myself as I remember what she told me before I snapped her neck, how she hunted others like me. "I thought they had maybe succeeded as its been a good few decades since I've heard of any sightings," Maxwell goes on to say, "but here you are. For all we know you could be the last. I always wanted to meet a red wolf and experience their fire in person, but I never imagined one being here in my packhouse, burning before my eyes, it was... incredible, spectacular." Maxwell gushes making me blush. "Really? The last?" I ask, "Very possible, the last report I received about a known red wolf sighting was about forty years ago, in the upper regions, past the Meadow and steel pack teratorie

"Let her go,she's ours" The mist coil like Anaconda and rounded the forest,hissing,snapping effortlessly,it traveled along the part of the gamaliels and stood there as if to challenge them,the gamaliels sneer and in a minute their skins begin to peel,turning into a Phoenix,they'd the powers,they'd the strength that's why they addressed them as the red blooded kim,it changed from mallow to olive bad then salmon. The mist recoil moving back and in a snap they attacked,coiling around their enemies like ropes,the gamaliels tore it apart earning a loud squeal,a deafening one.