Red Dawn Book Novels & Stories

But fate deals him a cruel hand, for upon arriving at her door, Cillian discovers that Mabel has found love and comfort in the arms of another man. Here, Cillian finds his way to redemption, and struggles with the question of whether love and forgiveness can truly mend what was broken. Will Cillian still have a place in Mabel's heart in Book 2 of Alpha's Redemption? Will she be willing to let go of the newfound love she has embraced? This continuing tale explores the power of remorse, the depth of human emotions, and the strength of love when it comes to second chances.

So Chris pulled him by the hand, breaking out of his lethargy and then they both dissolved into the fog. - It's finally over.- Meredith breathed with a huge relief. - They'll come back here soon to end their mission.- Damon spoke up. - We'll be ready. And you, I guess, weren't supposed to come back.- Meredith turned to him coldly. - Aunt, he saved me.- Selene stood up for him. - He killed your mother.- Meredith said through her teeth. - Yes, but in return he saved my life. And this is the second time already. In my opinion, Damon redeemed his crime.- Selene replied stubbornly.

~Dawn I find myself chuckling after the words came out of his mouth. He wants me to make Rylan sin. "Rylan murdered people," I tell Fate, although he doesn't look convinced. "I heard it myself. Everyone in this Pack is terrified of him." "He never killed those people with his own hands, Dawn," he said tenderly, as if it would rip me open to hear him say that. In actual fact, I found myself beyond confused. I know what I heard, and it was terror. "He's an Alpha. He gets people to do his dirty work for him."

I didn't wasted anymore time and leapt at him but that son of b** was quick to dodge and left my room in quick strides, running out out scared asf because he know how worst I can get when it comes to waking me up the way he dared. "You.. fucking son of a ... I will kill you," I said running after me. We were running in the living room, I was making the floor wet as I was already drenching but I knew that I won't fucking leave him. "Fer... ferry.. just listen we are already... late... Just look at the time," he said trying to reason with me but I was way too lost in getting my revenge. I was half naked, almost hungover and drenched in ice water and my head was hurting as hell and drums beatin

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmares for a year. There was dust on it. The particles made me cough as I blew to brush it off, only to inhale. I read the title as if it was in an ancient language. "Amihan," I whisper in the ancient tongue, pronouncing the word. It wasn't hard. Nay taught me a few letters of the ancient language, so reading the title of this book came in handy. Now here comes the fun part. I open the book to the first page and read the passage.

Seeing her disheveled appearance by the door, Ferdinand stood up and went towards her. “Eden? Is something wrong? Why do look so grief-stricken?” He questioned, holding the younger woman's elbow and guiding her towards the couch. “Calm yourself first. How about drinking some water?” He suggested, and was about to go to the kitchen when Eden stopped him, her face now drenched with tears. “Uncle... The Red Dragon came back...” “R-Red Dragon? Is Fae back?” A smile bloomed on the middle aged man's face, and Eden's wails sounded louder seeing his hopeful face.

I opened the door slowly, only to find a tall man with dark hair standing there, his cold, familiar gaze locked on me. “Rael,” I muttered, half-growling. The man gave a faint smile, his movements relaxed even though I hadn’t invited him in. “Long time no see, Daran. Am I interrupting?” I just scoffed. “Say what you want. I don’t have time for your games.” Rael shrugged, his smile never fading. “I just wanted to check on you. After all, it’s been ages since we last spoke without... blood being spilled.” His gaze flicked past me, into the house. “I hear you’ve got yourself the Red Moon Sacred Blood.”

She gave Zeda an amused but concerned look. “Yeah, I guess.” The truth was, she hadn’t. “How’s your hand now, Drav?” Draven flexed his arm muscle. “Good as new.” Just then, the werewolf girl came back with a thick, brown book with the title written in gold. “This is the book you’re looking for,” she said, handing Zeda the book. Her hands were still shaking. “Yeah, thanks,” Zeda smiled. The girl hurried away. “You’re reading about werewolves?” Rose looked surprised.