Red Lines Novels & Stories

Our eyes met, his smile faded, and he froze completely as he stood with his petrified mate and daughter behind him. "G-green..." He stammered, their hearts racing like sports cars but I kept my disgusted look. My eyes darted to his hand, the same one that took my mate's life. My anger peaked on a higher note and it only took grace for my hand not to make a move for his head. "Come closer." I ordered and tiny traces of tears hinted in their eyes. Yet they still yielded to my order. Taking slow and fearful steps towards me. "G-green---" "Don't call me that." I growled. "I am Red." I glanced across their faces and I knew they were ready to make a run for their lives at any chance.

I change into my gym wear, a short and a top with a 'GIRL POWER' inscription written at the front. we all sat round the field waiting for the teacher. Ten minutes has gone by without the appearance of the teacher, I guess we will just have to wait till he comes. I picked out my phone from my purse with the intention of playing game. I click on my favorite game candy crush, has I prepared to start crushing some jellies I saw the shadow of a figure in front of me. I raised my head, seeing the person in front me, I scowl in displeasure and turned my head back to my phone.

"Let's just say I'm tired of playing games and want to quit this? I want to be close to you because I like you. I want to know if we both like each other or I just misinterpreted your actions?" "No, you're right," she admitted. "But just this afternoon you said I was a complication you didn't need." "Over-analyzing is second nature to me. It helps me more often than I care to count. But not this time." "It doesn't seem like that," she said deliberately. "Maybe you just realized that there is no good chance of success in a relationship with me." "I don't care about the future. The only thing that matters is what's here and what's now." He stepped towards her, then another, until he could

I said and Athena crunched her eyebrows together. "Whatever you say, Redent." She said and yes she's still wearing a mask so people won't recognize her. I smiled and then we got ready. The staff started to countdown and when he said start.. We both let go of our hands and rode the zip line. It was fun and it's not important who's winning this but I want to see a smile back on her face. Athena opened her arms completely enjoying it and guess who wins? Me! I think it's because my weight is heavier than her.

She even added medical support and safe areas for their subjects. "Orange dots were defensive and assisting fighters and the yellow ones were for alarm." She continued when Charlotte raised her hand making Natasha halt for a second from explaining. "What about these three lines?" Charlotte wondered. "Oh, that...white was for navigation marksman and witch's defensive magic. It will give a signal to the yellow of what kind of alarm needs to spread. For the grey lines, it was either a safe zone or a death zone. As for the black ones, they were Death Valley. Meaning, it was a war zone or death zone." Natasha answered as she finished the explanation of the dots' meaning around the land.

The entire hall seemed to hold its breath at once. “There is a line,” she continued, raising one hand. A floating chart woven from golden threads appeared above her palm, displaying twenty names arranged from top to bottom. “We call it the red line. It represents the minimum threshold of worth, loyalty, and ability a man must demonstrate to remain worthy of courting my daughter and, eventually, ruling beside her.”

“Yes… but also bloodline. That mark isn’t just a symbol. It’s alive. And it reacts to your will, but it also tests your limits.” Her gaze fell to her wrist, where the faint red lines of the mark had dimmed but not disappeared. It felt as if it were breathing, syncing with her pulse. “Tests my limits?” she repeated, her voice almost a whisper. “How far… can it go?” Lucien didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he stepped to the side, letting a shaft of moonlight illuminate a part of the library Evelyn hadn’t noticed before. The shadows along the walls seemed thicker here, curling and twisting like smoke. A cold chill brushed against her spine.

I turned to leave, but he spoke again. “Ava.” I stopped. “You said earlier you didn’t want to cross lines,” he said. “But what if the lines were never clear to begin with?” My heart kicked hard. “Then maybe that’s why we fell.” He smiled at that — soft, sad, knowing. “Yeah. Maybe.” He stepped closer then, close enough that the air between us shifted — warmer, thinner. “I don’t want to make this harder for you,” he said. “You already have,” I whispered.

I pulled back just enough to watch him. “You’re thinking again.” “Yes.” “I am attempting,” he said carefully, “to maintain a small amount of common sense.” “Looks like it’s losing.” His eyes flashed. “That is your fault.” “Sure.” The silence stretched longer, my mouth brushing the line of his jaw. Eliot inhaled sharply. “Caleb—” My hand slid briefly along his side before settling against the wall beside him again. “You’re still here,” I pointed out. “Yes.” “You could leave.”

"Kaelen, move!" But Kaelen was too slow; his legs were becoming mere sketches, losing their traction on the ruled lines. The red ink splashed across his chest. He didn't scream. Instead, he simply... vanished. Where Kaelen had been standing, there was now only a giant, red strike-through. A horizontal line of ink that hummed with the power of an absolute 'No.' "PAPA!" Mina shrieked, lunging toward the red line. "Don't touch it!" Philip cried, pulling her back. "That's a Permanent Redaction! If you touch the ink, you'll be deleted along with him!"