Red Mars Novel Novels & Stories

A beginning. It looked like nothing. I crouched and pressed my palm flat against it. Cold. Dead. Ordinary. "Anything?" Caleb asked. "No." He crouched beside me, close enough that our shoulders touched. He had not slept either. There were shadows under his eyes and a tightness in his jaw that I hadn't seen since the year of the Crimson Moon. "It glowed," he said. "I saw it." "I know." "Red." "I know." Neither of us said the rest of it. That red was the color of the Crimson Moon. That red was the color the marble had turned in the Moon Temple, veins of it crawling through white stone while something breathed on the other side of the floor.

Did I miss something when reading the novel? “Don’t worry, I’m confused too.” Noel spoke, as if answering the question I had in mind. I shot him a confused look while he added. “I have read this novel before, and until the end of the story, mentions of a red witch never came, even in passing. The fact that the name ‘red witch’ existing in directory of this book itself signify change within the plotline of the story. Much like how your resurrection strays away from the original plot.”

Maggie was holding me tight, her expression terrifyingly dark. Her arm had caught some of the spray when she grabbed me. The sleeve of her blazer was already burned through in several places, the fabric edged in black. "You're hurt!" I took her hand, my chest aching, but she shook her head. Her eyes never left Corbin. "I'm fine." Her voice could have frozen the room. "Him, on the other hand…" The officers had Corbin pinned to the ground. He thrashed and writhed, glaring at me with pure venom. "Gage! Don't think you've won! Senna won't stop until you're finished!"

Maybe I could make sure it never consumed me—or anyone else—again. Edward found me still awake by dawn, the book open across my knees. “You didn’t sleep again,” he said quietly, rubbing his eyes. I looked up at him, guilt pricking my chest. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop reading.” He sat beside me, brushing his fingers over the brittle pages. “What is this?” “Mara gave it to me. It’s about the old bloodlines—the Flameborn, the Shadewalkers. I think it explains what happened to us.”

Compared to the two years I had spent living in darkness, that little bit of pain meant nothing. A week later, my vision had fully returned. I rented a small room in the Southern Banks and prepared to start a new life there. I also picked up a paintbrush and began to paint again. After two years without touching one, my hands felt a little rusty, but my love for painting hadn’t faded at all.

Mirage’s P.O.V I didn’t know why was heart was beating so fast, but seeing all five, hunky men enter the room literally took my breath away. Alpha Charles, Cameron and Alex were no doubt handsome men, but the new addition seemed even more breathtaking, especially the man with long hair that brushed his shoulders and eyes as red as blood. That was Alpha Krimson, wasn’t it? It was in his name…those red eyes. Sarah told me that the man belonged to the Red Claw pack. At that time, I had thought of him as a freak that had even had his pack named after him. But now that I’d seen him in person…it seemed fitting.

The Hollow Star rose earlier than it should have. Zara stood at the edge of the balcony, staring across the dark expanse of the Vale. Its light wasn’t silver or gold tonight—it was crimson. Not the soft blush of dawn, but the sharp red of blood swirling in water. Across the realm, rivers reflected it in winding ribbons, and even the clouds looked as though they had been bruised. Somewhere in the city below, wolves were howling. Not in unison. Not in mourning. Just… restless.

Chapter 205: Emergency Evacuation Her heart pounding, Anna glanced to her right at Simone in the front passenger seat of the enormous fifteen-passenger van. Simone's jaw was tight, and her eyes were squeezed shut as she exhaled slowly and deliberately. Beyond Simone out the window, the dark night sky was marred by an eerie reddish-orange glow. Thankfully, the flames were still far from the road, but Anna couldn't bring herself to think about what might be happening at the ranch.

I locked Anna and myself inside my suite with the promise of not opening it until we both resolved our issues. I gave her the chance to name anything she wants me to do, that am willing to do it as long as it pulls down this wall between us. A chance which is still very open. She did say something though, but what she asks of me is something that I am never going to do. Let her go? She got to be fucking kidding. I’m willing to let Xavier go but I am never letting Anna go. She is like my better half, the only redemption I have in my world of crimes. She is like the light at the end of every tunnel and for that reason, am never letting her go.

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.