Red Mars Novel Novels & Stories

I clawed at his hand, my lungs burning, breaths coming thin and broken. “Magdalene Ricks did a good job raising you… little bird,” Blake hissed as he stepped closer. What the fuck! He knows Mag? He bent to retrieve the fallen gun, inspecting it with calm precision, as though the chaos around us didn’t exist, and placed it back on the table. “Rosella… Rosella… you’re dangerous,” Blake continued, his gaze settling on my flushed and strained face, lips parted as I fought for air, eyes wide and teary as Lucien’s grip tightened around my throat.

I turned and walked out of the banquet hall. Behind me, the applause and cheers were sealed away by the doors. I felt heat rush from my nose. When I wiped it, my palm came away crimson. Blood dripped onto the carpet and spread quickly. I followed the emergency stairwell to the terrace. My vision began to blur. The city neon stretched into twisted lines. My phone vibrated. It was a message from Vivian Harkins. [Stop throwing a tantrum. After this ends, I'll take you for a late-night meal at that diner you like.]

Alpha's Claim, Omega's Surrender BOOK 2 Mars Reed POV "What are you even talking about?" Grant growls, his thick shoulders tensing under the dark sheets of the pack lodge bed. His dark eyes narrow at me, looking completely blank, like my words are some riddle he cannot piece together.

Is he really naked now in front of these two wolves? But no, he's only in his underwear He turned immediately and closed her eyes when she heard the loud and violent smashing of the bones of her companion, it seemed painful and she had not experienced this feeling before and now..Unfortunately She turned around, clutching his clothes tightly, staring at Mars, and when she saw his crimson eyes, she knew how angry he was. But.. she remembered the eyes of that monster that appeared, they were not the color of Mars' eyes when he got angry, these are red but that's his eyes are very bloody.. they feel like a pool of blood!

I wasn’t in the habit of damaging things I meant to use. “You… burned,” she said after a moment, voice small. She glanced at my hand like it offended her. “When you touched it.” I turned my palm over, flexing my fingers. A faint, angry red circle still lingered where the symbol had seared my skin. Not a normal burn. No blister, no broken flesh. Just a mark, like the ghost of a brand that didn’t belong to me. “It’s nothing,” I said. It wasn’t nothing. Across from us, in the front passenger seat, Rian twisted slightly to look back. Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying.

she said to Mara, with the authority of someone for whom Saturday at ten meant Saturday at ten. "I took a detour," Mara said. Rosa looked at her — the quick, complete read, the assessment. "Good detour?" Rosa asked. Mara thought about the building. The windows. The smaller-than-expected feeling. The gratitude without a large enough word. The bookstore she hadn't known existed. The cartography book in Caleb's hands. "Yes," she said. "Good detour." Rosa nodded once, satisfied, and handed her four tamales. The system.

Darian's POV The journey from Red Moon Pack to Ciara's Pack was a stressful one. After the warfare, walking back to Ciara's Pack, which was an hour walk, wasn't an easy task. We didn't come with enough horses, so the ones we came with were used to transport the wounded soldiers, and one was left aside for my mate Elena. Many of the soldiers couldn't shift into their wolf packs due to how tired they were, and in order to assure everyone's security, I suggested that we all walk back together, while Richard and his soldiers stayed back and burned all the dead soldiers.

No one had heard her or seen her leave the pack compound. Misha had done an excellent job. Dinka was almost at full strength and was able to hide Marian’s presence very well. Marian, on her part, had done a good job of keeping Misha alive and healthy. His life was now not in any type of danger from the exertions on his body. She remembered her father’s words about red wolves being able to heal others, and though she had never tried it, excluding whatever had happened to Reyland, which could hardly be called ‘healing’, she tested things with Misha.

She squealed. “That she is.” Ryder purred. I felt a rush of heat shoot to my cheeks. “So adorable.” “I’m not adorable.” I frowned. He chuckled leaning down kissing my nose. I shooed him away by putting my hand on his face. “Remi.” He said. “Meet my mate.” He was so happy. I could see it in his eyes. “Your mate?” she questioned. “Who’s mate?” Rylen asked walking to us. Ryder looked at his siblings. “Remi, Ryden, this is my mate, Riley RedFang.” He said with pride as he puffed his chest out, such an Alpha.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.