Red Glory Novels & Stories

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

She stood in the middle of the square, ignoring the cold rain. She pressed her lips together stubbornly. As Alpha's daughter from the Silver Spring Pack, Gloria had her pride. "I don't need his forgiveness, I did nothing wrong," Gloria said to her wolf, ignoring her curses. Gabrielle was her friend. Gloria only wanted a few minutes to explain everything to Patrick. Gloria's shirt was shattered and could barely cover her body. She folded her arms across her breast, still keeping her back straight. She would always hold her head high, for she was the daughter of Alpha.

“Bold. I like it.” “Adrian will be legally mine... MY SON,” Gloria continued coolly. “I don’t care who gave birth to him.” Her voice dropped, lethal. “He’s my son now. And I will protect him.” There was a pause... “You touch Adrian,” Gloria said softly, “and I swear I’ll smash your head in with my baseball bat so badly your own family won’t recognize your face.” Camilla burst out laughing, the sound sharp and delighted. “Oh, Glory, Glory, Glory,” she said, wiping an imaginary tear. “You have to come to the farm with me. I’m thinking knives this time. She knows I’m good with them.”

The same teammates who used to hype Nicole up were now spewing insults, cussing her out. [I can't believe this! The competition deadline is an hour away, and Nicole's program crashes with a bug. Not only that, it wiped out everything we built. She straight-up ruined all our work!] [Damn it! We spent a whole month grinding on this, and now it's all gone. We told her to fix the bug herself, but she didn't know what the hell she was doing. She kept typing mistakes into the code until the whole thing was completely dead!]

"The real Grace Walker was left in that town and shamed for the rest of her life. That woman is not Grace. Her name is Vivian Miller." Vivian's face twisted. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vivian Miller? That's absurd." I clicked again. A set of records appeared: Red Creek High School yearbook pages, church baptism files, Miller family cemetery donation records, and a recent photograph. In the photo, the woman everyone called Grace Walker-Hale wore sunglasses and a black coat while standing in a country cemetery. The headstone in front of her read: Miller Family. She was holding flowers and looking down at the grave.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

I know the lady will be getting back to us, I bet she wanted us to grieve before talking about business. Chloe's eyes changed because she finally accepted her destiny. Nathan told me about how a grey werewolf's eyes can change to that of the bright grey moon if they believe in themselves and accept their grey wolves. It's like accepting Jesus as your lord and savior then after that when you die you go to heaven and become an angel.

This is it! I exhaled deeply before I spoke out through the microphone, "Excellencies, Ladies, and Gentlemen, we are here to commemorate the 67th anniversary of my Grandma's company and as her granddaughter, I am really happy that all of you are joining our family today for this oh-so-happy celebration. However, it's really sad that my grandma won't be joining us anymore but despite her being gone, I know that she would be glad that the company she established through sweat and blood finally arrived at its best."

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

[ NEW TASK: THE GHOST ] [OBJECTIVE: IGNORE DOMINIC GREYHOUND FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE EVENT. [CRITERIA: NO EYE CONTACT. NO CONVERSATION. ACT AS IF HE DOES NOT EXIST.] [REWARD: $500,000 & INTRODUCTION TO A NEW PROSPECTIVE LOVE INTEREST.] I freeze. “No. Not tonight,” I plead silently. “Anything but this.” The screen pulses a deep, warning red. [FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN A PARTIAL RESET OF BEAUTY ATTRIBUTES.] Partial reset? Beauty attributes? I would start getting ugly? In real time?