Red Dead Redemption Story Novels & Stories

“You didn’t. You think I can sleep when you disappear from my bed in the middle of the night?” Despite everything, I smiled faintly. “You should learn to trust that I can take care of myself.” “I do,” he said softly. “That doesn’t mean I won’t worry.” He glanced down at the parchment in my hand. “What’s that?” I handed it to him, and he read in silence. His expression hardened. “The forgotten. I’ve heard that before.” “Where?” He hesitated. “My father used to tell stories — warnings, really — about wolves who turned their backs on the Goddess. They wanted to break free from her bond, to live without the pull of the moon. When they tried, they lost their humanity… and their souls. The forgott

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.

For as long as she could remember, Anna had heard tales of starry-eyed miners searching for the mother lode, of gamblers and gunfighters who'd met their fates at the wrong end of a gun, of horse thieves and other criminals who'd met theirs at the end of a rope, and stories of ladies of the evening who'd offered a bit of solace for the right price. How many of those stories were true, she wasn't exactly certain, but it wasn't a stretch to imagine that back in the day, the town had been a rough place. Now, it was just one of a handful of such relics, and the only one she knew about that was completely abandoned. There was no ticket booth charging admission, no gift shop selling genuine fake

“Adriana. I have killed more warriors than I can count.” She takes a step back from me. “I know you weren’t a saint before you met me. But even saints have a past, Liam. They lived a life before they changed. You lived a life, a seemingly terrible one…” Shit, she sounds so sweet and hopeful she almost has me convinced that maybe I wasn’t so bad. But I know better. “I’m no saint, Adriana.” I interrupt her, feeling exhausted by her lack of willingness to just listen. “Not now, certainly not then. I’m not looking to ask for their forgiveness. In the world we live in, there is only redemption in blood.”

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

He frowned slightly. I sighed internally. I knew that would be the case, but I still wished that the entire slaughter of everyone I’d ever known meant a bit more to my pack's old allies. But the truth was out; at least, I didn’t expect another outcome. Sam promised to continue telling and reinforcing the story. The story would live with the next generation and, hopefully, eventually, in our history books. Ezra said he didn’t know much about my pack, and he tried to do research. It seemed the story hadn’t been widely spread. So, I hoped the true story could spread and that the world cared enough to listen.

he said, "just follow what I told you. I will really pinch your groin if I find out that you have violated any of them." I can imagine what he might look like now. He may be sitting on a sun lounger with raised eyebrows and one hand on his forehead. I secretly laughed because of the thought. How will he react if I tell him that I let Clint in here last night, but I'm still in my right mind so I won't tell Magz that. "Reddiana, are you listening?!” Magz's voice was tinged with annoyance. "Yes. I'm behaving here!" I will take it back from him.

She blushes and scoots a little closer to me but she sits up just as proudly. The elders seem pleased by this, and unsurprised considering our bloodlines. They nod for me to continue after congratulating us. I tell them the story of where I was, who raised me and who my family was. I also add in the same bits I did with Joe but more assertively about how my brother has turned the Fire River pack into a respectable pack, how I hold no ill will towards my siblings who were children but I do against their parents. They listen quietly but their emotions tell me everything I need to know. They are furious.

He will also cook the said dish to make me feel better. I told him about everything. I made sure I didn’t leave or forget any single information about my adventure on the Cildreth Demon Realm. I also told him about my encounter with that big, ugly, and terrifying monster. His eyes widened in shock when I described the creature. I almost gave him a heart attack when I said it almost devoured me whole. His eyes are painted with worry but it is immediately replaced with relief when I told him about my savior. I said I have to repay the man and he agreed. If it weren’t for that man, I won’t be able to come home safe.

The young woman have shown rare strength that is beyond wolf her age, so it doesn’t surprise him that she displays such an immense power, neither does it surprise him that Red would try to use this as an advantage to sow discord between them. The Alpha have always been slippery as a snake, with no loyalty. Not even to his family. “So you do know the rogue Alpha,” he states coldly, his words a statement of fact rather than a question. When he didn’t get the response he hoped for, Red tried to be flippant with his response. “I won’t say I know him in that sense of the word.” “And in what sense do you know him?” Kendra interjects her stare intense. “I am a business man,” Red retorts, leaning ba