Red Dead Redemption Novels & Stories

this voice sounded more mature than that of the girls I’ve been hearing. An eerie silence descended and I remained in my position, trying hard to be silent while I waited for them to continue with their discussion, hoping they’d reveal more regarding the war Mia had spoken about and how the sick Alpha was directly connected to it. Being from DarkSouls pack, I knew nothing of a past war, nor did I know anything of the sick alpha’s regime or personality. I’d only been in the Blackmane pack for a month before Shane found me. Hence, their gossip poked the curious kitten in me and I wanted to know more but I couldn’t just walk in there and demand answers.

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“Not a damn thing.” “They’re not walking,” Damon whispered, voice trembling now. “They’re floating. They don’t have faces.” My heart clenched. Spirits. “Sweetheart,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady, “what are they doing?” He swallowed. “They keep saying he’s coming.” “Who?” I asked, already knowing. “The man with red eyes,” he said. “He smells like fire and metal.” Could it be Jonathan? The name sliced through me like glass. My wolf rose instantly, bristling inside me. Vera turned from the window, cursing under her breath. “If the kid can sense him, he’s close.”

Their hands are filled with so many blood but him agreeing his daughter killing someone without the person committing a crime is bogus. "Take him and lock him up. No food no water for three days." The boss commanded and i was jacked up. That was the worst punishment a person can ever receive. The room is usually very tiny and dark with no window,no means for ventilation. No food,water and air. This is a death mission.

It’s very infuriating. ‘There have been reports that the blood red wolf has a special ability that is sought out. This ability has never been recorded.’ Interesting. I wonder if this special ability is the curse rather than her mate dying being the curse or is this special ability what kills her mate. I hope for the first because if Haley is a blood red wolf, it could mean we end up dead. Unfortunately the book does not hold any further information, at least not anymore. I carefully close the book, trying not to ruin it’s pages more than it already is. I carefully pick it up to return it to the bookshelf when I notice a paper fall out of the book.

'I am already prepared for these things. Just forward his hand towards Rose, which she held and stood up from the chair. "That's great if you know what you are doing and don't forget I’m always there for you, just one call away from you." Justin said while walking beside Rose and heading out of the building. “Boss, the killer Red Rose is becoming secretive day by day. We couldn't get its moment at all for three months.” Alex and Henry were sitting in Alex's cabin, and Henry was annoyed with the case of Red Rose. This case made their life hell which hasn't arrived yet and there is no progress for the past three months.

Said Amara joining their hands together. After a few days. It had been some days after that incident and Amara life was going perfectly fine as she describes it. She would clean the house and prepare breakfast early morning and reach school on time and after school she would Go to work. Her working schedules were just perfect. She would work till 3pm to 7pm and reach home just before her parents arrive. She was hiding the fact that she worked from her parents. She was happy at what life was giving her but only one thing... one thing was there Troubling her every single day. "THE ROSE" Yes the rose. Every single day Amara would receive a Yellow rose and a note that said "SORRY -Adrian" inside

Reign Estates, Variku, Tartu. Saturday, 3rd of august, 2024. 4:05 PM Vladimir's POV Red had always stood out as a vital color for me. It was the color of the only sustenance I needed in my undead life. It was the color my eyes turned when my beastly side made an appearance. But for the first time in my long existence, it was also the only thing I saw. My blood boiled and I was positive that steam was billowing out of my ears as I stormed through the mansion Lilya had bought.

DANTE Silently, I eased the door open and peered into the room, spotting one of Orlando's men meticulously arranging the space. It appeared he had been reduced to a servant, a mere houseboy in Orlando's empire. Taking aim at his heart, I squeezed the trigger, the sound of the gunshot punctuating the air. The man crumpled onto the bed, his lifeblood staining the pristine white sheets. One adversary eliminated, leaving six more to confront. Stepping further into the room, Matteo, Tom, and John followed closely behind me, ready for the imminent confrontation. With a subtle nod from me, they dispersed, each armed with the determination to eradicate those despicable men.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.