Red Innocence And Instinct Novels & Stories

A powerful voice bounced against the walls and the court fell into a deadly silence as every soul stood to their feet and recited the words that had kept our pack alive for generations. “From the heavens, the goddess’ truth descends and through Her vessel, we are blessed.” “Members of our just council and people of the Blackstone pack. Today we are all gathered to witness the prosecution of Malcolm Blackstone for the murder of our own Donald Green which took place on the 3rd of May, while we were at war with a neighbouring pack.” 6 members of the council looked at me with disgust and anger swimming in their eyes but it wasn’t their reactions that caused beads of sweat to drip down my face, i

He motioned with his palm to stop Amar from interrupting him again. “I know you are thinking why I didn't tell you before? I wanted to find the real culprit and his motive before telling you everything that’s why I waited for the investigation to get complete. After giving some special treatment to those goons they opened their mouths. They told me that they were hired by a man who told them to kill Sameer and Meera….” “Then Shalini..” “Yeah. Her death was not planned. To give some time to Mohan so he can run from there with Meera, Shalini fought with them, in the end one of the goons pulled the trigger.”

This is how I should be. I should be able to keep my instincts and desires in check. I have a hunch even before I lose control with Anna and now with Austin. I am different from all of my kind. I’m not a normal lycanthrope and I don’t know why. Seeing Grey and Priam not losing their rational self, not even once, even at the sight of the full moon, I am convinced. There is really something wrong with me. That is for sure. "Are you really sure about this Shaun? Don't you want to think things through?" Grey’s question pulls me back to reality.

If we ran after him like dogs, we would lose before we ever found Rosanna. When Rosanna arrived earlier, she stood in front of the burned crown without emotion. She didn’t comfort me. She didn’t reassure me. She warned me. Her voice carried a hard edge when she mentioned the twins’ calm during the attack. “That isn’t innocence,” she said. “That’s instinct.” The statement settled into my chest like a stone because I didn’t want it to be true.

And Innis had enough of that blood; it was clear just by looking at the family portraits. She was Andago, flesh and blood. Of course, appearance wasn’t everything, but she had all the other things as well: her gift, her personality. It was no coincidence that they told her she was just like her mother and grandfather when it came to her temper. The top of the tower was clean and quiet. A highborn countess wasn’t above mopping the floor. A few candles, a piece of chalk, a pentagram... Innis concentrated, then pierced her finger with a needle and touched the chalk with the tip of her finger. She would have to repeat it later, one time for each line of the pentagram. Let her blood mix with the

Icran growled, lashing out a punch towards Rhae's temple. Rhae moved to dodge but felt herself moving too slowly. She watched as his fist clipped the edge of her head knocking her backwards. She stumbled for a moment before touching the side of her head. Her vision pulsed green on that side, fluttering across her eyes. Adrenaline fueled her, pumping through her blood and filling her with rage. She stalked towards Icran launching an assault of offensive punches and kicks, slowly breaking through his defences. Her breath was heavy and her vision slowly turning green around the edges. She threw another punch, only to be easily blocked by Icran. She threw another, falling short and stumbling for

His smile only grew. Thorne cried from the side, “Rin, don’t let him bait you!” But I couldn’t stop. My instincts shouted at me to tear him apart, to prove I wasn’t his puppet. My body slammed into his, claws ripping, teeth bared. We crashed through a row of steel tables, the lab shaking with the violence of our clash. For a moment, it was just instinct against instinct, wolf against monster, predator against predator. And heavens help me—part of me enjoyed it.

He wanted to own me, but he couldn’t comprehend that ownership without consent was merely ownership of an empty shell. He stepped back, the sudden space between us a testament to the tension he still held. The shadows in the room seemed to deepen, clinging to him like a second skin. "You think this is about my mind, Justice?" he scoffed, a low growl in his chest. "This is about instinct. About what is, and always will be, undeniable." He might believe in primal urges, but I believed in choice, in the power of a will that refused to be subjugated. The faint scent of sandalwood and nightshade still clung to the air, a phantom reminder of the night before, but it was no longer just intoxicating

Her boyfriend was trying to say encouraging words to her whilst also dispensing threatening words to people coming a little too close. Suddenly, a growing spot of dark red saturated the side of a grey sweatshirt, very visible in the wave of grey material around her yet no one seemed to notice what happened. She didn't know the person and couldn't see his face that was no doubt in pain. Daisy tore her eyes from the blood, mouth parted open in shock and hands pained and shaking. She made eye contact with an inmate wearing identical clothes but with a dirtied jagged knife in his grip. He didn't look away from her but instead his stare intensified, as if he had intended for her to see.

“Shhh, are you stupid!” “Ah, sorry…” She is just two years younger. And being 26 years, I know that I was never like that two years back. Vincent Smith. The name that causes shivers in every person’s body. I am gonna finally meet him today. This has got me more trouble than anything I ever did. You know, one wrong word, and you are dead the next second. He is the most ruthless man of the decade. Of course, that wasn’t an award, but everyone knows that. A decade because his dad was cruel too.