Red Planet Novel Novels & Stories

I jolted upright in my bed, drenched in sweat, the crystal burning hot in my hand. Outside, the moon hung low and red over the horizon—an omen I hadn’t seen since before the war. The void wasn’t gone. It had just been waiting. And now, it had found a way back.

The border between the Eastern Region and the Red Wasteland was not a line on a map; it was a physical scar on the earth, a place where the green world died and the dust took over. As our caravan of salvaged Aegis transports and armored trucks lurched across the salt flats, the world turned from the charred black of the Estate to a searing, rusted orange. The sun here didn't just shine; it judged. It beat down on the metal roofs of the vehicles until the air inside was a shimmering haze of heat and recycled oxygen.

I could hear the smell of blood then, as well as the wailing and crying of the men as they fell and scrambled up to their feet again. I was on my conquest 2 years ago, when I decided to conquer the land of the Red Wolves. It was a small stripe of land located around mountains and a vast body of salt water. I laid siege on the land and attempted to convince them to surrender their powers to me but then I discovered that they were not worshipers of the Moon goddess. In fact they happened to have archaic traditions and barbaric ways. They loathed the moon goddess, and would rather follow her adversary, The Night Smith. They engaged in incest, blood sacrifice, and even slavery.

Kael When I wake, the world is red. Not like blood. Blood fades. Blood dries. Blood belongs to life, to endings that can be mourned, cleaned, buried. This— This is a red that never ends. Like the sky is bleeding. Like the sun’s a wound that will never close. And I know why. Because she’s on the throne. It wasn’t a throne yesterday. It was stone. Black. Broken. The ruin of a temple where gods came to die.

She was trembling, her breath ragged, but she was alive. “We made it,” she panted, her eyes wide with exhaustion but fierce. "We're here." The landscape we found ourselves in was like nothing I had ever seen—a desolate, eerie reflection of another world. The ground beneath our feet was a deep, rusted red, cracked and dry like the surface of Mars. Jagged rocks jutted out from the earth at odd angles, their edges sharp and menacing, casting long shadows under the dim, blood-red sky that stretched endlessly above us. The air was thick, almost suffocating, with a faint metallic taste, as if the very atmosphere was tainted by the remnants of past violence.

Jasper Reid programmed the address into Jasper’s phone, right down to the GPS map. “See here,” he pointed to a building well back from the main road. “It doesn’t look like much normally, just some sheds. But on fight night, it comes alive, and you won’t be able to miss it. There will be hundreds of cars there, and lights and music. Just remember, there are humans there too, guests, so although it’s a full moon, no shifting.”

She seemed to be enjoying herself. " Good morning Alpha " I said with my head bowed. He just gave an almost invisible nod and left. I stared at his retreating figure. As I lay in bed I remembered what happened yesterday. After he said mate I was shocked. I never imagined I would be mated to an alpha. The moon goddess is surely amazing. He looks very proud, his red eyes must suggest he has killed a lot and is very ruthless but he looks so young. He had jet black hair which is styled to the side. He had six packs with a very light toned body, his red eyes giving him the bad alpha look. I won't say he's not handsome but he sure doesn't seem to accept me as his mate. I'm thankful he's not like D

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Silas stared at the three guys in front of him. "According to this book written by our ancestors and kept by the Queen and King, Red Woods is the last empire of living vampires nowadays. In short, we are the last vampires standing. Decades ago, Red Woods is divided into five regions: Auburn of North, Cerise of East, Vermillion of Metropolis, Carmine of West, and Carnelian of South. We are now at Vermillion." He flipped the book, showing the map to Jet and Raze while pointing at the regions.

Empty. But on the floor just beyond the doorway was another letter. No footsteps. No sound of retreating. Just the wind and the letter, like it had been dropped from the sky. Hands shaking, she picked it up. This one had no name. Inside was just one line: > You waited too long. Elara’s breath caught. She looked outside. And for the first time, she saw the sky was no longer gray. It was red. A deep, unnatural red bleeding across the clouds like someone had spilled blood across the heavens. And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon.