Red Leader Tord Mga Nobela at Kwento

His fingers brushed the cloth, tugging it down just enough to reveal the full shape of the Mark. The symbol glowed faintly, as if responding to his attention. A spiral of intersecting lines and curves, wrong and beautiful, like something that would make you sick if you stared too long. He stared. The room held its breath. “What does it mean?” one of the men asked behind him. The leader didn’t answer. Instead, very slowly, he reached out and pressed the pad of his thumb lightly against the Mark. Pain tore through me. I gasped, the sound ripped from my lungs as heat exploded across my skin, radiating out from his touch like a shockwave. The symbol burned brighter, the lines pulsing red beneath

James’ brows furrowed at the revelation. Yegor drew a deep breath and said, “Yuldra Tadnord…I never imagined the former apex figure of the Tai Chi World to still be walking among us.” James turned to Yegor and inquired, “He’s the strongest in the Tai Chi World? Is he at the Daeclon Rank?” Yegor nodded solemnly and affirmed, “After Yianni and the founder of the Historial Power, he was the next most terrifying entity in the Tai Chi World.”

“She needs to hunt.” Bastard! The leader - Lars I had heard his people call him - turned and looked at him. “Now isn’t that interesting? Sounds to me like you should go hunt her some food then! Hop to it!” Red glowered at him. “I’m not your dog.” Lars chuckled. “Could’ve fooled me.” And he lifted a device out of his pocket and aimed it at Red. He must’ve pressed a button or something because all of a sudden a shimmer of silver wavered around Red’s tan throat, and then, much to my curious surprise, a solid silver collared appeared.

Something bright and pure to treasure and corrupt and own forever. “But this guy,” he said, and his face grew tight, “he isn’t about love at all. He’s about hurt and depravity and degradation. Is he a pedophile straight up? I don’t know. Does he like to terrify and torture? I think so. Get him, Marie.” His glowed in a strange way, matching the tiny swatch of red fabric in Marie’s purse. She slipped her fingers and crumpled them around it. “Get him.”

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.