Red Dead Redemption Story Novels & Stories

After riding for close to two hours the carriage finally arrived at the North Villa, a place where the Alpha King Lives. On seeing the Carriage coming, the guards at the gate hit the heavy metal which serves as a bell indicating that the Alpha King Of North is back. The big gate was opened and the Carriage entered the North Villa. As the carriage stopped, one of the guards rushed and opened the carriage door, and elegantly the Alpha King step down from the carriage, he extended his hand to Melanie and this time she didn't hesitate before holding the Alpha King's hand as he helped her down.

I muttered. “I don't want you to be scared of her, my dad might not listen to me, bet he loves you and the mate is bound to conquer everything.,” she responded with a tight-lipped smile. “I studied you carefully, you are a low ranked wolf but that doesn't make you a fool, that was actually Hailey doing, when I came, you were already surrounded with blood. She came up with the story, telling everyone you made an attempt to commit sucide.” A gasp slipped out of my lips, and my eyes darted around the place as I said in askance, “ Wow do you trust me this much?”

"A woman is dead! An innocent woman has been killed by your heartless father! And all you can say is that you are sorry? Sorry that you didn't have me killed as well? Well, I hope you all rot in the pit of hell!" Randall closes the gap between us and pulls me in a hug. I try to fight him off and pull myself away but his grips are firm around me. Exhausted from trying to fight him off, I finally sink into his arms, crying my heart out. "I am not with them, Alex." He starts to talk again after my cry subsides. "I am with you. I was sent to your pack as a spy but with time, I came to learn the ways of your people and realized that I had been blindfolded and lied to all these years. I couldn't s

Now all that was left was an old nemesis inhabiting a different body. Yes, I saw no difference between the two of them. He was doing to me what Norton had done and sadly, if I happened to fall into his hands once more, I had a strange feeling that would be the end of it. I was convinced that not even Adrian knew what he was getting himself into. Red Valley had lots of warriors and they just happened to have a greedy Alpha Prince who would go to any lengths to get what he wanted. "My, my, it's been years."

The end. I had officially done what I’d wanted to do… I’d told Black Crimson’s story. I mean, I hadn’t gotten on the editing team for it, but hey, that could come later. I mean, if I could track down the most elusive artist around town, I knew I could do anything.

Aleta, who had dark eyes like her mother, and dark hair like her mother, and it refused to be tamed and combed, also like her mother’s, would say, “But bedtime stories are the best. Won’t you please tell me one, Mama?” Marie often had things to do. There were dishes to be put away and dinner to be cooked and text messages to send to her husband, who seldom came home anymore. There were bags to be packed and an escape to be planned, but this made her smile, too. In fact, it made her nearly happier than anything else ever had, except for her sweet daughter. “Of course we’ll read. Which one would you like?” Aleta usually wanted stories about brave soldiers and clever girls and terrible, terribl

He had always been with people every time he was sent there, but it was still safe to assume that since the contract and story mode was survival. Meaning he would not have to worry so much if he were alone but would have to consider every other person beside him an enemy. Take Anita from the first story for example. He had sympathized with her and thought of her as similar to himself, not knowing that she was working for her mother the entire time, helping her in killing the others. The major problem he thought about, was the memories that came with the people he went to meet. It was a little problematic. He could always try to ignore it, but when it was as deep rooted the emotions Anderson

Chubby Reddy, in his red hat, had made a bold boast during a bet, swearing to pluck the moon hanging high in the sky. With his chest puffed out, he strode from his home and began a journey around the world. Along the way, he met many people and learned about all the terrible things that had happened to them. He appeared as a hero, rescuing everyone he encountered from their suffering—the suffering of betrayal and separation from loved ones and family. Marisol knew that suffering all too well.

It was an old mansion. “Where is that freaking place?” I asked him. “Somewhere in the woods, farmland. It’s a home to a ruthless vampire who’s obsessed with torturing wolves.” Red said, his eyes become all white as he searches for my son. “That ancient vampire is ruthless. It’ll be suicidal if you go alone,” he said. “I planned it. I’m taking back my son.” “What if you will never make it out alive?” “I will.” Red looked at me, determined and then he smiled.

He had seen Red’s soft side and was quite shocked when he did as he didn’t expect someone like him to have a soft side. Red had gone through a very traumatic thing as a child which turned him to what he was now. When he was ten his family was attacked by members of a drug cartel, his mother and sister were killed in front of him and his father tortured to death. They kidnapped him and forced him to do horrible things to people. At the age of eleven, he had his first kill, and since then, they had moulded him to become a part of them.