Red Dead Redemption Novels & Stories

I cried hugging him close but he kept on repeating- “I am sorry. I couldn’t save you.” “I am alive, please don’t blame yourself, Ryan. It didn't happen because of you..” I tried to make him understand, he moved down from the bed to the ground and moved away from me and pulled his hair. “That redemption is unsavory! It's a curse! It took it away.." He shouted, letting out the deafening sound of misery that is sucking my life out from me. I pulled him close to my chest, running my hands in his hair while rubbing his back.

These two people have made my days here a splendid one. He's actually a werewolf and I've only made him a friend to gain info about his pack(Crimson Walker pack). They are not savage or bloodlust like the ones we have in my country. After surveying the city we are in, I've been able to note the harmony amongst the wolves and vamps. Makes me wonder why my country have the ones plotting against humans. After doing a retouch on my makeup, I came out of the room. Kyle was over there talking to my fish.

INVESTIGATION DEPARTMENT STATION – DIANA’S POV We gathered around Mr. Douglas, all eyes on the high-tech display glowing on the desk. The image flickered, zooming in on a red dot pulsing over a location. “Our first target is him,” Douglas said. A photo flashed on the screen, a black man with grey eyes, a devilish deep scar at the top of his nose down to his lips. He was the kind of man they could probably describe as villains in a novel.

I beg. He smiles. "Begging won't save you now." "No, but I will," Ryder says, stepping into the tent. Ryder leans against a tent pole for support, and in his left hand is his rifle. He looks terrible; his body is covered in sweat, and his entire body is trembling. He's wearing a wife-beater, and I can see a large bandage over his right shoulder, but it doesn't seem to be doing much good, because it's bright red and soaked in blood. Some of it is seeping around the edges of the bandage.

Yohan Dixon sipped his wine and gazed out towards the horizon. "Scarlette is behind Sara." Rudra Reddy's smile had vanished. "She slapped Sara." Yohan Dixon gazed at him, "You were there. Didn't you?" Rudra Reddy was powerless in front of his evil glare. He took a glance at the horizon. "I punched Scarlette." He took a sip. Did he know he had approached his wife many times in his absence? Yohan Dixon emitted smoke rings, and the air turned unexpectedly colder. "What are you up to?"

" Ghost brows furrowed. “Let Ciara go. It doesn’t have to get bloody between us. Ryder won’t like that. He wants you alive and untouched." “Who the fuck is Ryder?" “Alpha Ryder of Red Cross Pack. You were his…" Ghost toned out the remaining words as he sighted Sergio running out of the nightclub. He’ll be damned if Sergio gets to the hideout before him. He turned to the guy with the gun. “I’ll be seeing you soon." Then he fired two shots at his kneecaps. Shockingly, the bullets hit the ground. They couldn’t penetrate the man’s skin. Ghost stared blankly at the bullets and then at the man.

My vision is blurred as I attempt to look at the large wolf standing a respectable five feet in front of me. “My name is Alpha Julian Redding. I was contacted some time ago by Alpha Andre Redmen about assisting him in getting his brother out of harm’s way, out of Red Fang. Based on the way you entered my buffer zone, I’d like to think you’re looking for help.” His voice is patient and kind, reminding me of Alpha Black, the alpha I’m longing to be held and comforted by.

"Name’s Red. Real name's Felix, but he dyed his hair in college and never looked back. He deals in secrets." She gave me a look. "And we trust him?" "No. But he trusts me." Red lived in an old arcade that hadn’t been open since before the pack wars. He kept the lights on and the machines working because it made him feel powerful. Like he ran his own little kingdom of ghosts. He saw us coming on his security cams and unlocked the gate with a loud buzz. "Nora Ainsley. The storm-chaser herself. And look at this! Luna on the run! Your taste in guests has gotten way more interesting."

“So he’s not gone.” I shook my head. “Not yet. But he’s weaker now. Whatever he’s planning, he can’t do it without me.” Edward’s jaw tightened. “Then we end it on our terms. No more running. No more crossing into dead worlds.” His certainty grounded me, but part of me still felt that pull—the shadow echoing under my skin. A few days later, Mara came to me with news. “The northern packs are restless. Some of them claim they’ve seen fire in the sky.”

He was good at pointing out things that I didn’t even know I wanted. “Fine, just three shots,” I said “Three or more” he responded, grabbing firm to my hand as he pulled me inside. Sitting in the dimly lit bar, Jonathan ordered his favorite whiskey, he was on his third glass already. “Take it easy on the drink,” I said to him. “You must have been shocked about Laura's sudden outburst today” he finally spoke on the topic he had been avoiding. “Do you know what happened to Ryan, her son?” I asked.