Red John Novels & Stories

My vision is blurred as I attempt to look at the large wolf standing a respectable five feet in front of me. “My name is Alpha Julian Redding. I was contacted some time ago by Alpha Andre Redmen about assisting him in getting his brother out of harm’s way, out of Red Fang. Based on the way you entered my buffer zone, I’d like to think you’re looking for help.” His voice is patient and kind, reminding me of Alpha Black, the alpha I’m longing to be held and comforted by.

“But the moment my eyes see Jordan, I am going to fucking kill him! You know what that fucker did?” Tatiana shakes her head. I take back my bottle of beer from her and take a long sip. “The other day, Elder Rhicard called, saying Jordan Reed is accusing me of killing his mate,” I snort. “Jordan demands I let the Special Enforcers inside my territory to search for Red. While the Council is yet to give a reply to Jordan, Elder Adam is convinced I either killed Red or that I have her as a sex slave.” “Why does that not surprise me? Elder Adam will come to regret his wrongdoings sooner or later.”

- She takes out her cell phone and types something. "Your John, wouldn't that be him? Would it?" She shows me a picture of John, the kind of picture taken at one of those important events. "Yes, that's him." "Oh my God, Kate! You're going to go out with one of the most eligible bachelors in New York, and you don't tell me?" "I just told you. But I didn't know you knew him." "Everyone in New York knows him. He is the CEO of the Red Corporation. He's in the tabloids all the time."

"You called me Mr. Jordan?" "Sorry for the suddenness of it, Ruby; I need your help," Mr. Jordan said nervously, pacing beside the fireplace. "A favor?" Ruby frowned. "Like what?" "In the southern region, the red wolf population is precarious, near extinction. Their main pack, called REDCA, is hiding something. After I traced it, the main pack has an illegal partnership with an evil witch named Madam Jenn," Mr. Jordan explained, "I've been carefully checking the witch's background secretly for a year now, and I've found out her purpose. She's after an important girl."

Logan had been in there with that creepy guy for at least twenty minutes. I couldn’t really hear much because their voices were too low. I did hear that Logan had to go help this Armond guy next week. I don’t know what kind of business Armond does but it doesn’t seem like Logan was thrilled to see him. I know he made me feel uneasy and my gut feeling never lies to me. I was looking out the window when I heard Logan open the door. I turned to look at him and he had that beautiful smile that made me melt.

Aunt Lil continues. “There are two camp sites of the rogue’s, Red, has had her Raven out to check. Each camp has about twenty men in each. There is a possibility of a witch working with them as they keep managing to move past the wards of these smaller packs” My father says, referring to my Aunt Lil, he has always called her Red.

🎋🎋🎋🎋 Jayden Mansion Jayden kept on smiling, staring at the profile on his computer. He had been researching the guy he met at the supermarket the other day. It had been three weeks, and he finally got him. "Alex Holt," he mumbled. "Age twenty-five, straight guy, works in a clubhouse named Blung. An orphan and a school dropout. Interesting...". His phone buzzed; it was a message from Sia.

A conflict of interest. That evening, while I bought food at the cafeteria, I overheard an irritated nurse complaining to her friends. "I swear that new intern slipped some kind of love potion into Dr. Ross' coffee. She recognized one patient as her elementary school classmate and told him about it. You know what he did? "He forcibly delayed surgery for an older woman from the thirteenth floor to this Wednesday. That's Dr. Silva's day. His hands can barely hold a scalpel anymore. How is this—"

The way he'd just approved my registration without all the stamps and the rest. The man I had threatened to castrate a few hours ago wasn't just a high-ranking warrior, he was the brutal, legendary Alpha of Redridge. Oh, god. What have I done?

When I was ten years old, I suddenly gained the ability to see red threads connecting people’s heads. Only those who had actually slept together would be bound by this unavoidable red line. Over the years, two extra red threads popped up over my father’s head, driving my mother to threaten to file for divorce again and again. Because of this, loyalty became the single most important thing I looked for in a partner. In the end, I chose Jasper—a modest, reserved man whose head was completely clean. On the night before our wedding, my bridesmaids hosted a bachelorette party. We played a game where whoever lost had to hand over their phone for the rest of us to snoop through. When it was my