Red Dead Redemption Novels & Stories

Reno tripped over an exposed root, stumbling hard into the mud, but Cole grabbed the thick nylon handle on the back of his tactical vest and violently hauled him upright just before the snapping jaws of a massive gray wolf could tear into his calves. The frantic sprint reduced the vast forest into a terrifying blur of whipping branches and agonizing physical exertion, the strike team operating purely on survival instinct as they closed in on the extreme edge of the territory. The faint, glowing red taillights of an idling, reinforced tactical vehicle pierced the darkness just beyond the invisible boundary line, waiting on the shoulder of the remote asphalt highway. Silas broke through the fi

Edmond and I sat on the sofa that was next to her bed while Calyxte was standing at the door. "I became a Red about a month ago. I had an extraordinary life and pack but it all ended when my pack and family were killed by vampires. I managed to escape thanks to my father. He told me to run as far as I could and that's what I did. After three days of racing, some Reds found me and told me that I had to see the King, so I obeyed because I didn't want trouble.

Daisy’s POV The air was colder than usual. Maybe it was the wind. Or maybe it was fear. We left camp before sunrise. Zuri, Rosa, Vera, Lycan, Dickson, and me. Our destination was the **Crimson Wastes**—a dead forest burned in an ancient war, where Rosa believed Ignis might be hiding. No birds sang there. No animals walked. Just ash. Trees like skeletons. Smoke in the air, even though nothing burned.

Hearing Gray say that, Edwards' closed eyes opened, looking at his good friend coldly uttering three words that made the other vomit blood - Not interested. Edwards finished, picked up the glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, then glanced at Luvy's thin lips, revealing a rare smile that was hard to see, but unfortunately Gray saw it and laughed - Our Edwards can laugh too? His words attracted the attention of Alex Redford, he was Edwards's effective man and good friend, the general manager of the Redford Corporation under one person per ten thousand people and also the second ruler of the Black Eagle state. This year 25 years old, 1m85 tall, handsome and carrying a cold feature but still

Male voices reach my thrumming ears as I watch in horror the scene that unfolds before me. “You thought you could get away, Emanuel?” One of the men asks with a thick Hispanic accent. He sounds like my uncle, Antonio. Emanuel, the fallen man, raises his hand up as if to ward off the onslaught of what is about to come. Peering behind the column, I watch as the other man aims his gun and shoots two rounds into the fallen man’s skull. Blood and brains splatter from the man’s head grotesquely. It’s a horrific scene that makes my blood curdle. Tears gather in my eyes as sobs collect in my throat as I watch the man’s body slump into the grainy sand.

Slowly, the great Alvar was coming to ruins. The franchise that was counted among strongest and superior nations was crumbling to dust. The people on borders started introducing the disappearing country as the red zone. They have already assumed that the plague will swallow everyone and leave no survivors. The horde that decided to leave the country and start fresh somewhere else were either returned or slaughtered, so they don’t carry the germs in the new estate.

I bury my face in my hands, still trying to make sense of everything. "What's your name?" I ask, looking up with tear-filled eyes. "I am Jax Lucious, the alpha of the Red Nyx pack," he introduces himself with a nod. His explanation and introduction sound cold, and I can only fake a laugh. I hope that Jax will smile and tell me this is all a joke. "Stop lying. I am serious now," I try to smile, even though my eyes hurt from crying. I lean closer to him, but his expression turns to a look of disdain.

Every breath has your name because I found Unsavory Redemption in it. The End.

Scream and scream until the walls fell down around him, like a house unboxing himself, and then he could run into the night and exact his own revenge. “You feel it, too,” she whispered, and for a moment the room became a jungle, became a forest, became a desert. It was a place where the only thing that mattered was that instinct to hunt, that need to feed, and she wanted to drop to all fours and race off after The Wolf. “I’d tear his throat apart with my teeth,” she said and the jungle/forest/desert room shivered in with steam and hunger and that primal need to kill. Then she blinked, and the officer was leaning back in his chair again. A plain man. An ordinary human with small canines and b