Red Mansion Manga Novels & Stories

He'd gladly take phantom emotions with no discernible cause than feel as wretched as he did right now. It was late, he was tired and I needed to be on my game when they got to Red Fern. Red Fern was led by River's sister Andromeda, she was a very old wolf shifter almost a century old but their wolf metabolism slowed down their aging so she looked like sixty instead of her current age.

After little Gray fell back asleep she gently stood up and walked around his room, examining it, it was very big, even larger than the apartment she had back in the company, with the huge royalty she suddenly got from the sales of her album Crimson was rich enough to buy a decent house for herself now, she was still thinking about where to buy it. She walked towards the huge table and stared around as her eyes caught sight of some of Gray's baby pictures neatly kept on the table, she took one and was staring at it when the glass door opened from outside and a pretty girl with dyed red hair walked into the room, Crimson wondered who it was since female employees are usually scarce in the mans

Once they were overpowered by their gifted power, there's a possibility that they will also become a monster that will be unstoppable. "Damn it! When will the Gwandy arrived?!" I heard the man with Red outfit shouted to his comrade. That man is a Red stage Malemyn. The second powerful Malemyn. Malemyn has four stages, the lowest is White, second is Yellow, third is Red and the most powerful of them all are the Black Stage. The man mentioned the Gwandy.

His mouth opened and closed twice before he handed me the book, and even then, his fingers were still tight around it, almost like he was reluctant to release it. The cover was dark, embossed with faded silver lettering: The Key to Ramiuna. “Where did you find this?” I asked, flipping to the dog-eared page he’d marked. Before he could answer, the door creaked open behind us. Diana stepped in, now dressed in fresh clothes, her eyes sharpening the moment she saw us. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer her. She would come here and figure it out herself. Instead, I turned my eyes to the elephant in the room – whatever this was that had Muzan almost in a comatose state with worry and fear.

Impressive is an understatement of this home. Every floor and hallway has guards protecting all the people who live and work here. “After dinner, I will take you and Dante to the newly renovated mansion where we will all live together,” he said. “I thought the renovations just started today,” I inquire. Damen chuckles and says, “Our lands are the homes of fae, fallen angels, some demons, vampires, and werewolves, my love. Our bodies can do things a lot faster than humans.”

It was another long hallway on the other side, this time the sides were lit with torches, which was strange, given its abandoned state. The walls were dusty and covered with cobwebs, and the paintings were barely recognizable due to it being slashed in the middle with some sort of blade. As she continued to traverse the dark and dingy hallway, she stepped on a piece of paper, the crunching sound catching her attention. She picked it up and saw it was a journal entry from possibly one of the servants in the mansion based on the language used, but it was barely legible, but what she could make out of it made her heart jump. It read: The Master is heartbroken. She died too quickly. Since then -

"Someone is chasing me and I happened to ran into the back of this mansion so I tried to hide here." Blanche fell silent after she heard him; to be in the mansion, you practically need to drive off a forest, and she remembered what happened when the twin showed her the basement. In order to be in the crimson, you need to passed the forest. It was a great thinking, Blanche can't deny it. Bon deserved a clap on naming his mansion to his daughter and Crimson has strained his personality. They do more action than words. "Okay." She lay her hands flatly on the table and gaze down to pulled the little drawer in third row, she gave a glanced on the top of the table, but it was quick enough that the

------------------------------ At the same time - Liu manor ------------------------------ Within the dimly lit room, the blood red light shone on the floor that has the blood color formation. This blood color formation has one thing that is so out of place within the formation. It’s the dried up blood in the shape of Young Master Yao Severed Hand.

The enclosing fence is in fact double his height. Morgan searches around him. He finds peebles around, but what will it do to help him? He searches again, until he accidentally stumbles on the beautiful garden on the north side of the mansion. The yard is filled with red roses. He flutters his eyes in disbelief, with his jaw drops for a minute. 'Who would have thought that she actually has this kind of habit? If only I didn't know her, I wouldn't mistake her as a vampire. She lives more like a human— stop it Morgan! Focus on your goal!'

After I walked through the double doors, I realized that it was exactly the same pattern on Lucas' fucking lighter. It was a wolf's head. Damn. Does Lucas have a thing with wolves? Is he keeping a fucking wolf as a pet or something? As soon as the double doors closed, I found myself standing in a huge space. Well, "huge" was just too small a word to describe it. It was an endless factory-sized patio. To the right, there was a line of servants, standing absolutely still like dummies. When they saw me, they bowed and greeted me - "Good evening, Miss Louisa Reid. Welcome to the Redwood Mansion."