Red Mansion Manga Novels & Stories

The old lady said and left us. "Guess we should endure the weird presence and noise of that mansion. ### When we got inside the mansion, the door is already open and Mang Andoy is already inside, doing his job. "Mang Andoy, what is this place? Can you tell us about the history of this mansion? It is creepy." Cassandra rushed into Mang Andoy who's busy wiping the table dusts. Mang Andoy just look at her and told us to sit on the sofa. "Zack, move aside." Krisha whispered.

I remembered a littler girl who was more connected to plants and nature more than anyone I had ever met. I remembered Jereum. A tall light skinned vampire that enjoyed getting on my nerves. And Jhan, our proud leader. The higher court, Dallas and his tyrants. I was still kissing Dawn she was kissing me back more furiously now. The night I got attacked by the wolves and my arm brutally torn away. All my memories were coming back to me like a fast flowing stream; each memory carefully flowing into the next. I was getting somewhere, I knew it. I remembered the face of a peculiar woman. A red robed ninja that was a formidable fighter. She wore a devilish smile on her face as she held me suspende

"You're insane. You've finally completely lost it." "Have I?" She walked to one of her many bookshelves and pulled out a leather-bound journal. She set it in front of me, opening it to a page covered in unfamiliar symbols. But as I stared at them, something strange happened. The symbols began to shift, rearranging themselves into words I could read: *When moon bleeds red and silver eyes wake, The boundary between worlds will break. Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Edmond and I sat on the sofa that was next to her bed while Calyxte was standing at the door. "I became a Red about a month ago. I had an extraordinary life and pack but it all ended when my pack and family were killed by vampires. I managed to escape thanks to my father. He told me to run as far as I could and that's what I did. After three days of racing, some Reds found me and told me that I had to see the King, so I obeyed because I didn't want trouble.

"Don’t blindside me, Rufus. You can’t protect me with it.” Rufus sighed. “I’ve already assigned scouts for them. Lander is already on Red Island.” “Do you have a place there?” “Every alpha has a place on Red Island.” “Interesting.” “The mansion is located at the far end of the island, away from the center. The boys can shift freely there. It’s time for you to meet fellow alphas and the king.” “Sonya told me that all wolves are afraid of him. I’m curious about his appearance and why he’s still mateless. I imagine he looks frightful.”

She finally realised that the beautiful mansion was just a decoration, a door that leads to the base; even though the mansion was bombed down, it wouldn't affect the base at all as the base could be said to be nonexistent. The base almost covered the whole forest and was big and spacious inside. We walked for a while before reaching a nice-looking quarter; we opened it and made our way to a room; the closer we got to the room, the more anxious Ramma got. She must be thinking of ways to maybe appear good, please the kids or something, but I just chuckled and said nothing; she would be surprised soon.

Garfield’s POV In the basement of Prince Liam's mansion, I'm silently running my fingers over the longsword hanging on the wall. Memories of the good old days flood my mind, like they happened just yesterday. But the cold touch of the scabbard reminds me mercilessly that it's all gone, just like the sword's owner, who will never smile at me again. "You're here, good," a female voice interrupts my reminiscing. I turn to face Maria, feeling another surge of disgust towards this woman.

Her jaw dropped to see the mansion more beautiful than she could imagine. "I am sorry but isn't it too rich for an officer?" Red asked Harry. "Come in. Mr Grave is waiting for you." He replied, avoiding her question. "Are you sure he is an officer and not a businessman?" She asked but Harry just took her inside without answering her questions. She entered the mansion embellished with precious decors and an admirable architect. She walked inside, looking here and there in awe and saw a maid there. "Why am I here?" Red asked.

That makes me scoff. “I am used to this. I just did not imagine…” “That mages can live like this?” Moran prompts. I purse my lips and nod. We walk into the huge living room filled with all kinds of furniture. There’s a woodsy smell and gives a different vibe. I look around, letting my gaze skim over the red walls, decor mirrors hanging while another wall remains empty. Mage Rudra, a tall man with tanned skin, shoulder-length black hair and deep-set brown eyes, whose smile was mysterious and gaze intriguing. After the formal introduction, Elias takes it upon himself to become the conversation starter.