Red Alert Novel Novels & Stories

The expression on my face, Zone’s and Ardan’s and the atmosphere in the room explained it all. Caden stood in the middle of the room with his eyes fixed on everybody, and then he looked straight into my eyes. His eyes glinted mischievously as a devilish smile appeared on lips. “Hello, Serena.” “Caden,” I breathed out softly, feeling shocked to the bone. “What are you doing here?” Ardan asked angrily. Caden’s grin widened. “I am the new alpha of the Red Blood Moon pack. And I’m here to deliver a message: your time for a second shot is over. Now, it’s time for war.”

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

I look like a woman who let herself be trampled into the dirt for a man who didn’t even remember her most basic survival needs. Then, the air in front of the mirror shimmers. A bright, neon-blue holographic text begins to burn into the glass, the letters blinking with a hum that only I can see. [SYSTEM WARNING: NOVEL REVERSION DETECTED. THE ORIGINAL ENDING IS BEING COMPROMISED BY YOUR INACTION. RESTORE THE HEROINE TO THE ALPHA KING’S SIDE IMMEDIATELY TO LOG OUT, READER!] I stare at it for a long moment. The letters pulse once, twice, then begin to fade.

The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the sirens fading. Elena smiled, tears streaming. “It’s over.” I kissed her forehead. “We’re free.” Mamá’s voice was soft. “My babies.” Alexander’s lips brushed Elena’s. “Forever.” Lila’s smile was small but real. “Family.” But the subway grate hissed. A single red thread drifted out. It landed in the ash. And wrote, in my handwriting: VOLUME VI: THE LAST CODE. My chest burned. I looked down. A red vein pulsed beneath my skin, right over my heart.

“And so I went on my way, totally blowing him off, only to turn the corner a block later and, bam, there was his new art, with the paint still wet.” “Yikes. That doesn’t sound safe at all,” Kaitlynn surmised, her voice uncertain. “He didn’t keep following you, did he?” “How can you be sure the guy you ran into was actually Black Crimson, though?” Isobel asked. “Because,” I sputtered incredulously, unable to believe no one was as excited about this as I was. “I saw black, red, and white paint smeared on his hand and face! That’s why! Do you know what this means?”

Elisa had her as a violet based hue. We heard the horrible screech of what sounded like Draugar as it hastily moved towards us, but between the two of us, we simply overpowered it and left it as a rumble of dust, not even looking back at it as we made our way down the hall, towards the lone room in the corner. The only room in this hallway—Elizabeth's. "Kaitlyn!" I screamed as I made a run for her and Alissa, and as I did the timer in the room went off, creating an explosive force so strong that I was blown back, and as I was—

This mansion paints a crimson red orange shade, at this point of this time, it's all this seems like an omen to me. I was lost in my thoughts for a few minutes, untill my door was knocked loudly by a person. 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙊𝙑 : I've seen her being fearing by this situation, even though she is saying that she is fine but the eyes of her can't lie at all. She get up and walked to her room. I never felt the urge to protect anyone, but when it comes to her, I'm doing things that I can't do for every one. I feel peace with her. I know that my arrogant heart doesn't admit at all, but deep inside this is the ultimate truth.

Arpit and I are fond of novels, while he loves to read horror, I am a mystery-thriller fan. I was unwrapping the parcel when Aunty called him and he went to her, telling me to keep his books in his room. The books were 5 while I remembered ordering only 4. I thought to check why I have received an extra book. Horrified by the revelation, the book was The Red Journal. I thought I was hallucinating. I picked up the red book and stood in front of the mirror. It was not my hallucination, it was real, just like me.

"Mr. Randall, Corbin just made a mistake. Please, let him off this once." The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Senna Harlow on her knees outside the Thornwell Group building. She had always been proud to a fault, yet here she was, willing to throw away her dignity for Corbin Pryce.

“No matter what happens…do not repeat it.” “Father…” “Do not repeat it.” He said it again and again. Then everything went dark. I jolted awake, breathing hard. The room was silent and empty but my heart felt strangely warm. At least I saw him again. An hour later, my phone buzzed with an email notification. Unknown sender. No name, no subject….just a message. I opened it. Inside was a single paragraph. No greeting, no signature…just words. “You are not alone in remembering the past….Three hearts woke up from the same death...One seeks redemption, one seeks destruction and one seeks survival....choose carefully, Alira…this time, not everyone will make the same mistake.”