Red Leader Tord の小説・ストーリー

‘ I want to meet him before I make my decision’ I said. ‘ sure, tell him to come in’ he ordered the maid to open the door. The person entered, his shoulders broad, and his stance that of a warrior. ‘ Luna’ he bowed, ‘ I’m Redrick, I thank you for sheltering Ferine despite the damage she has caused,…….. I know I may not be a great leader but I will try my best for the citizens’ he said, spoken like a true warrior.

“For the opening duel, we have two of our academy’s finest warriors—masters in their respective arts, ready to demonstrate the strength that is ours to bear. Warriors, step forth!” The platform trembled slightly as two figures leapt onto it, landing with a grace that immediately commanded the crowd’s attention. They stood, poised and proud, embodying fire and ice, both a stark contrast to the other. Red, Head of the Ashlen Flame Hall, clad in dark crimson armor, held a red halberd in hand. His hair blazed a striking shade of fiery red, matching the smoldering intensity in his pupils. The halberd in his grip flared to life, flames licking up its length, casting a fierce glow that heightened h

He was one of the most terrifying figures active across the world. The last person beside him pulled down his blood-red cloak, revealing a stunningly handsome man in his early 20s. He had blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and blood-red fingernails. However, he was no ordinary figure. He was Alucard Ludendorff, a high-ranking vampire archlord.

Again, that dark, rich, thick tone of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. “Hey, do you know someone named Konan from Club Red?” I can't get that strange meeting out of my mind and wonder if it meant more than I thought it did. In reality, what are the odds that I'd bump into someone from Club Red out here in a dog park, also not walking a dog? I mean, I know I'm the weird person that walks through a dog park just so I can pet strangers’ dogs because I'm not allowed to have any of my own, but what's his excuse? Troy's tone instantly becomes guarded, and I wonder what their history is. “I know him, but only in passing. Any particular reason you’re asking?”

I gasped. Sarah turned to the window too. The mansion gate opened, and I saw the convoy of black luxury SUVs with tinted glass all running into our compound. A biker in front of the vehicles carried the familiar banner, a black flag with a red dragon at the center. It's the one symbol all citizens of Valdoria recognized. The banner of RED DRAGON, the most powerful man in the country and beyond. He was the leader of the Durango Cartel and a godfather to almost every powerful man in the country today, including my dad.

The cloth was red because there was a constant outpouring of what looked like blood coming from the creatures’ heads. Alizeh, Orion, and Zeek all stood back to back, realizing that they did not have time to transport magically. They had to come up with another plan. There were four redcaps closing in on them, and they had no choice than to fight for their lives. Just then the guard from earlier walked into Alizeh’s view. All at once, she recognized the troll from her vision–Radof. She was not sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

I take it gently in mine, frozen as to what to do. “You will come back.” He states and all I can manage is to look up at his face. “Alpha Cole Jonathan Redmen. I am giving you a command that you are not to deviate from. No other command matters, do you understand?”

The redhead, who had been none other than the peasant girl Cordelia Barlowe, and the handsome noble had something of an odd relationship which consisted of him paying her to be his visual muse and model while occasionally warming his bed. She couldn't rightly place it, but she knew there was something else going on with her part-time lover as he took a few hard blows to the chest and delivered a few of his own spitting a bit of blood and knocking the other man's tooth out with venom behind his lovely hazel eyes which had been an odd red color when indicating his vile mood as of late.

“What did you find out about me?” “It’s not what I found out. It’s who you are associated with. I’ve been looking for this man for months.” Of course, it was planted there for you to find. He should give credit to Luca for manipulating some images of me and Tomas. I was grateful that Dani had pictures of Tomas in her phone. “Tomas Giordani. He saved me once. I owed him, but he was associated with some bad guys. Bad investments that got him killed. I gave him money so he could start over. How do you know him?”

Then he came. Alpha Boris stepped forward, towering in dark leathers that hugged his broad shoulders. He didn’t need to speak to command attention. His presence did that on its own. Cold grey eyes swept over us like a blade, calm but lethal. His dark hair, streaked faintly with silver, was pulled back from a scar that ran along his temple. No one knew how he got it, and no one dared ask. Beside him stood Beta Magnus. Younger, leaner, always with his jaw tight like he was biting back words. And then Luna Nora, regal and still, with that unreadable expression she wore like a mask. Even her beauty was sharp. Untouchable.