Red Dead Redemption Novels & Stories

“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.”

DERRICK'S POV I snapped the neck of the guard on my battle list. "Mate!" My wolf called out. A blonde stared at me, with shock written all over her face. I can't tell if she is surprised or disappointed that her mate is a heartless killing monster or maybe impressed. " Good day, My Lady!" I greeted, giving the guards a signal to take the body out of the field. " Oh! Good morning Sire, I'm sorry I interrupted your training!" She apologized, with her face down to the ground.

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.

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.

"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."

I held my right hand up, and let silver veins beneath my skin pulse with a sudden light. "Look at me" I said, my voice cutting through the damp woods like a scalpel. The three northern wolves froze. The amber glow in their eyes flickered as they looked at the silver light pulsing in my neck, then down at the heavy silver tactical knife clutched in my right hand. The cold authority in my tone made Torin step back, his growl died in his throat. "My name is Calista Rivers" I said, stepping closer to them, and ignoring the white-hot agony screaming in my broken shoulder.

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.

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.