Red Comet Book Novels & Stories

Maybe I could make sure it never consumed me—or anyone else—again. Edward found me still awake by dawn, the book open across my knees. “You didn’t sleep again,” he said quietly, rubbing his eyes. I looked up at him, guilt pricking my chest. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop reading.” He sat beside me, brushing his fingers over the brittle pages. “What is this?” “Mara gave it to me. It’s about the old bloodlines—the Flameborn, the Shadewalkers. I think it explains what happened to us.”

Genna asked and that was like adding salt to Eve's wound, “So annoying” Eve hissed and left “I didn't send you to cause trouble” Genna smiled checking her face in the mirror while she strolled off. *Hey guys update for this book is starting on 5th December stay tune!

He answered, dissapearing in a light green blinding light. "Whoa!" "Wonders shall never end." "First someone appears and disappears in a thick red smoke, then boom! another one disappears in a light green blinding light." Elinda talked to herself while pacing in the room. Again, she found herself drawn to the weird picture on the wall, and she took it down to get a closer look at it. When she immediately touched it, the walls behind it opened, displaying a small red cabinet. Out of curiosity, she opened the cabinet and found two golden bottles, which she immediately opened. She inhaled its contents, and a surprise gasp left her mouth. Blood! was what was in there.

Rhea They say the dead leave behind memories. Elara didn’t. She left behind a war. I just didn’t know it yet. The journal sat like a curse on the table, its pages whispering to me every time I walked past it. That morning, after the dream and the… footprints, I made coffee strong enough to punch a hole through time and stared at that damn book. The line circled in red ink wouldn’t stop echoing in my head. “The Crimson blood is not a curse. It’s a key.”

Black Crimson Copyright © 2021 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

She informs Nicholas she’ll be back by sundown and continues running towards the opposite side of the garden, to the library. Instead of tending to Jean, here she was at an abandoned building, with bookshelves leaning like a fallen domino, and wallpapers burnt and one side of the library still burning. The ceiling had holes in it, and through it, Cerise can see how red the sky really was. It was as if the earth was covered with blood. Red moon. She had once recognized. She learned about it in one of her courses, proving to be more useful than she thought. “A red sky comes with a red moon, and a red moon indicates a transfer of power”

She needed to read this book and hopefully, hopefully, she will know more about her powers. The red-leather-bound book, titled: Language of Colours, written by an anonymous, looked similar to the one that she had picked up on that fateful day, the day she had unknowingly 'infiltrated' a magical barrier. Even though it was in good condition, the wear and tear on the edges and the yellowing pages told a different story. Taking a deep breath, she began reading... ~~

I flipped the second page open and began reading. “After finding his mate and claiming her as his, the alpha moved to make it known under the crimson moon.” Though I had a foggy mind while reading the first sentence, my mind put the words together to make sense. This was a werewolf lore book just like the ones I’ve devoted myself to reading in the last week, but unlike those, this was a children’s book. I snapped it shut, got up, and hurried away from Zion’s room. I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed.

She was amazed that Ace knew about this and yet he was human. “How would I get this stone?” She asked herself when the book opened in front of her. The image of a stone in the book dazzled, she smiled before she dipped her hands into it. Pulling it out, she brought out the red-yellowish firestone and the book dropped catching up in flames. The firestone was indeed a quintessence of rare pulchritude, it was ruby-shaped, and its bright red-yellowish color gleamed. Finally, she had found it, Edmond Michael would return in no distant time. It would happen, her father would see the lights again, he would see day and night. She had made her dreams come true, determination indeed could move mountai

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed