Red Rising Pinks Novels & Stories

Gwendolyn shrugged and said, “If Evelyn had prepared you, no mentoring would be needed.” They got to the final group and Genevieve said, “This group is different in the sense that they combine two energies together. One helps to balance the other.” The group was putting on black on black but a white symbol of a huge cross was etched in the chest of their clothes. “What energies?” Clara asked. “These are the siphoners and the darklings. The siphoners siphons magic, venom and the likes while the darklings use dark arts. However, the siphoners are there to make sure the dark arts are not corrupting the souls of the darklings. Your mentors will be Ethan Vanderbilt and Layla Hendrix.” Clara nodde

I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face. That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden. "ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

He turns around to sit back on the root next to me. "Let me see" He places his hand on the back of my neck and leans closer. "It's turning red.There are chances of swelling but don't worry, you will survive" As he speaks, I couldn't stop myself from admiring his features when he is up close, my heart thuds a little loud.The small beauty mark on his chin is something I feel the strong urge to place my lips on. Subconsciously I scooted closer, my eyes traveling up to his perfectly shaped lips.I almost closed the distance until I felt his fingers travel up from the back of my neck to my hair.I shuddered visibly, the action snapping me back to reality.

Which is the only thing that counts. "Ok. I won't feel bad as long as you show me the rock." I say, smiling. Elena's cheeks blush, as she looks down at her hand. She brings it up towards me. I see a stunning rose gold ring on her finger. It's shaped like a firefly, that looks as though it flew around her finger. The body of the ring has small diamonds trailing from the head of the firefly to the tail. It's absolutely stunning. "How come a firefly?" I ask.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

Instead, he carefully guided the craftsman's cutting, and as the waste material fell away, a mysterious red glow began to emerge. The craftsman's heart skipped a beat—such a lustrous glow should not appear in worthless material. Elsie noticed something unusual too, and quickly moved to Andrew's side, crouching down for a closer look. The red glow intensified, revealing a transparent red gem standing out prominently among the debris. For a moment, even the experienced Elsie was left speechless. "Well, what do we have here? A Blood Phoenix Agate—quite rare indeed," Andrew said with a smile as he picked up the thumb-sized red gem.

Red chuckled, tilting his head, and watched me amusedly. “Take a bite,” I said, lifting my arm to reach his mouth. “This is heaven,” I smiled, but my body jerked when he grabbed my wrist and opened his mouth wide, eating the whole macaron. “Hey!” I laughed and thought of pulling away my hand, but Red did not release his grip on my wrist. Instead, he licked raspberry jam on my index finger and thumb. I swallowed hard, hoping my heart would calm and my mind would stop flickering hot scenes in bed.

“Nah, we don’t want it to be a secret admirer thing. She needs to know they’re from him.” Nodding in agreement, Isobel ticked off another finger. “Dark pink is for appreciation and gratitude. Light pink is admiration, sympathy, grace, joy, and sweetness. Orange is fascination, desire, or enthusiasm. Peach is appreciation, closing the deal, or getting together.” “Seriously,” I murmured, staring at her in awe. “How do you know all this?” Isobel just kept going. “Coral is for desire. Lavender is love at first sight. Yellow with red tips are friendship and falling in love. A mix of red and white roses means—”

Dominic stared into her eyes and continued to smile. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d been a nice powder pink, or a dark rose. But Romini made them a glowing neon pink. I didn’t know that he knew what that color was. It didn’t work with anything else in the area and it was glaringly out of place.” Raven complained as if she didn’t notice at all that Dominic was flirting with her. Dominic closed his eyes before his chin fell to his chest before he looked up again to her eyes.

Pillows, curtains, rugs, sheets—all in the most vibrant shade of pink I'd ever seen in my life. "Rosa, this is… a lot of pink," I tried, carefully. "A lot of pink isn't enough pink, my dear. They're girls. Girls deserve pink." "What if they hate pink?" Rosa looked at me as if I'd suggested Fiona was an ordinary chicken. "Hate pink? That doesn't exist. Pink is the color of joy, of delicacy, of love." She grabbed a pillow and squeezed it against her chest. "Look at this. It's a hug in pillow form."