Red Kamen Rider Novels & Stories

Mirage's P.O.V I didn't know why was heart was beating so fast, but seeing all five, hunky men enter the room literally took my breath away. Alpha Charles, Cameron and Alex were no doubt handsome men, but the new addition seemed even more breathtaking, especially the man with long hair that brushed his shoulders and eyes as red as blood. That was Alpha Krimson, wasn't it? It was in his name…those red eyes. Sarah told me that the man belonged to the Red Claw pack. At that time, I had thought of him as a freak that had even had his pack named after him. But now that I'd seen him in person…it seemed fitting.

The projected Transmigration Bureau agents charge and scatter the Ravens attacking close to the ground. Kera either slashes them apart with her overgrown talons or bites them in half with her fangs. Ankou throws a barrage of acidic blood-balls just like a rapid pitching machine. And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth.

“Carmine red. Blood red.” “Ooh… Rosey red?” Mika asked. Jai nodded at her. There was this high certainty in his heart that Alex might really be that red haired guy in the tournament. He didn’t know what it is, but he’s leaning into that strong feeling. Saburo hummed. “The only clan that has that kind of hair color is the Akamine, and there’s only one person with red apple hair.” Harris nodded. “She’s the one who works with Bukubukucha family in the northeast. Her name is Akane Akamine.”

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

At this time, on the other side of Moher Cliff, stood a line of a few dozen of Red Moon kamikaze soldiers with serious expressions. They were closely monitoring the situation below with tense nerves. Compared to the group of Wolf Tail on the other side, these bunch of soldiers clearly looked much more solemn. Their leader was a robust, red-haired man; even his eyebrows and lips were red. He had the nickname of Samael. His appearance highly resembled Kagura both in shape and looks. In fact, he was Kagura’s cousin, and his status in Red Moon was comparable to Herodes’.

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies. When the red-eyed deads will move it was too loud so obviously heark will reacted automatically as he was well-versed in the use of battle weapons as he had his dark secrets behind it all.He was determined to find Khez,despite of the darkness since he knew she was still alive and most of all he trust Khez more than anyone else. With more than 10 opponents,he immediately dodged every strike he really is well-versed as if he was born to be like this.

Forever if I had the choice. The five councillors, two women and three men walked in and took their places on the curved row of chairs facing us. They looked like normal, every day people, with grey in their hair and lines at their eyes. They were dressed in formal robes, stark white with a deep hood folded back over their shoulders. A blazing torch of orange fire had been stitched over their hearts, its colour matching the braided cloth that hung at their waists, keeping the flowing robes closed.

Kiran said as we sat around the kitchen table telling stories about Levi. “He was still human then,” William said and Kiran nodded. “I knew him as Jericho and I always wanted to be him, aim and shoot, he was the best of the best,” Charlie said. “He always had a very soft spot for you, Charlie,” Kiran said to him and Charlie smiled sadly. “You know he never did tell me how he got into HQ that time he killed the director,” Charlie said. “I might as well tell you since you know all about us. We used cloaks back then, to appear invisible and we just walked in,” Kiran said.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.