Red And Blue Duo Novels & Stories

said Raven. Raven then started tracking the men responsible for shooting the warriors. And the moment he located them, he engage in battle with them and destroyed their weapons. His Deltas, Camus and Conan Barrett, are also present, helping him fight. The twins are skilled in hand-to-hand combat and have received extensive training in using weapons to defend themselves against an enemy. Concurrently, Synth and Drago spotted the unconscious Lucien on the ground. "What the f*ck happened to him?!" Drago asked.

“Why did you do this to us…?” He looks desperately at the man before him, as if answers might still save what remains of his shattered soul. The other man stands in a red kimono, its color blending almost seamlessly with the blood-soaked floor. His posture is calm. Too calm. His eyes are empty.... cold.... lifeless....and reflecting nothing. He simply watches the man in blue cry. “SPEAK!!!” the man in blue screams, his chest heaving. “I trusted you! I thought.... I thought—!”

Yes, the twins have a highly toned body with muscles visible even with their clothing but because the enemies are great in numbers, the chances of winning are almost zero. "We don't want violence," Enric says, calm and composed. "So, just please let us go." "And what makes you think we'll let you?" Sam says looking down at Enric. "Then are you fine with a little spilling of blood?" Emmanuel smirks and rolls up his sleeve, ready to fight. I was starting to get nervous when the two loan sharks started to grip on their knives. The quarterbacks were cracking their necks and knuckles too. Ready to throw punches at any second.

she said. “Yes,” he said. “Tonight.” She looked at the ceiling. “Ryder,” she said. “Mm.” “Blue ink,” she said softly. A pause. “Yes,” he said. “Accidentally,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “But right,” she said. His arm tightened. “Yes,” he said. “The right colour,” she said. “Yes,” he said. She held his arm. He held her. The February night outside. The paper on the desk.

Be my guest. Thankfully, Ava—still buzzing with energy—starts filling the silence beside me. “That’s Aunt Susan,” she whispers, subtly nodding toward the woman seated near the end of the table beside Randal. “Next to her is Uncle Ben. And those two are their sons—Jimmy and Ian.” I follow her gaze, taking them in one by one. “Do they live here too?” “Yeah,” Ava nods. “The boys have their own places—like Shaun and Julian—but they’re here most of the time.”

Hearing what I said, Chase and Lucille were both dumbfounded. They glanced at me, and Lucille's expression twisted into a sneer as she began, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you actually have any say in our deal with the Gambino family?" "Daphne, that's quite enough!" Chase chimed in. I stared at them and couldn't be bothered to explain further. "Step aside. I'm leaving now! And you can also leave. From now on, the Gambino family and the Gervais family are no longer partners."

His bright blue eyes once again dark blue, signally trouble was on the horizon. “Then let’s go little Miss Smarty-Pants,” he teased as they said goodbye to Amber and headed for the door. Leah and Caleb took a leisurely walk toward to forest, in no rush to let their day together end. They held hands as they walked through the forest, knowing that no one was around to witness their display of affection for one another. Once they approached the clearing they made their way to their usual spot and got set up for their session. “Today is the day I get one up on you,” teased Leah as she put on her fighting gear, “I’m ready for a fight.” She tried to put on a stern face but Caleb saw right through

Their eyes stop me cold—pitch black orbs that seem to suck the light and hope out of the room. Not romantic darkness. Hollowing darkness. Soul-rending despair. And I know who they are. I don’t know which is which—not yet—but I know the duo before me. “Deimos and Phobos,” I say. “Clever girl,” the one on the right replies. Instantly, panic floods me. My heart pounds erratically, and it’s hard to breathe. That’s Deimos. “Maybe we keep her,” he muses. “She might make decent entertainment. What say you, brother?”

Black curtly told Connor. The Red Moon Beta didn't understand what was happening to him, but he responded mechanically to the Mad One's order. It was as if his wolf had taken control of their bodies and could not act against their will. "Are you done?" asked Duncan patiently. "Yes," Connor replied, shaking his head at the same time as his eyes returned to their usual appearance. "Perfect. Sorry about that, Connor, but you've already seen enough," Duncan said before knocking out the Red Moon Beta.

He says shaking my hand. “And I’m Andrew.” He smiles. I stare at them for a couple seconds and I’m starting to wonder if their both related because they look so similar. “Are you two brothers?” I ask taking in the similarities. Their straight blonde are swept to the side and a tattoo of a snake runs on one side of their necks. A short boxed beard trimmed neatly surround their jaws and cheeks. Other than Cole having dark brown eyes and Andrew having light brown ones, they look as if could be twins.