Novel & Cerita Red Room Books

They are quiet the whole time. The spacious library filled with towering bookshelves welcomed the Reds. No one was there except from them and the old lady in the counter. Lead by Silas, they went to the furthest part of the library where the oldest books are found. Silas and Saint grabbed two books and brought it with them to a room exclusive only for Royals like them. "To start, we will study first the history of Red Woods," Silas stared at the three guys in front of him.

So you could take a look at the individual conference rooms as well as the offices. With every step that we penetrated deeper into this wall, I had more and more the feeling of being in a highly decorated office and not in a Venator's guild. Or maybe that was just because we were in the administration building. About in the middle of the corridor Anton stopped in front of a double-door office and knocked on the glass before opening it for us - another difference, the Jilin office was always open. The room we stepped into was quite large and very bright. There were a couple of neat shelves that held a few books and awards. A flat table with a classy sofa set around it and a desk so ostentatio

[The Anatomy of the Abyss] The air in the 1890 room was stagnant, tasting of crushed lavender and a century of trapped exhales. Ivy stood in the center of the chamber, the floorboards still displaced behind her like an open wound. In her hand, she clutched the second Red Box—the one that had whispered of a third bloodline and a cure for the Moretti madness. The shadows here were long and jagged, stretching across the damask wallpaper like reaching fingers. But the most terrifying shadow was the one that suddenly filled the doorway.

We reached a heavy door at the end of the hall, and one of them opened it, revealing a dark, cold room inside. Theo stood by the door, watching me with that same unsettling smirk on his face. “Take her to the Red Room,” he ordered coldly, not sparing me a second glance. His voice was final, and the guards immediately obeyed, pulling me into the room. I fought against their grip, but it was useless. The room was stark and clinical, the walls painted a deep shade of red that made my skin crawl. There was a large chair in the center, and several chains hanging from the walls. It was the kind of room you never wanted to be in. The kind of room where bad things happened.

No answer. His footsteps were quiet against the hardwood as he followed the candlelit path. It led straight toward the closed door at the far end of the hall. The one room he never brought anyone into without a reason. The red room. Something in his chest tightened, but it wasn’t apprehension, it was curiosity laced with heat. The door was slightly ajar. He wrapped his hand around the handle and pushed it open. And then he stopped. The light inside was dim, lit only by more candles scattered across the space, their flames casting shadows against deep crimson walls. But the real sight that stole his breath was her.

I turn to the black forest green door, the same one that refused to open days ago. “Come in!” Ace commands, voice deep. I swallow hard. Pushing the door further open, I step in with my legs trembling. The door slams shut behind me. The room is lit with a deep red glow. The air is hauntingly warm. I hug myself, looking around. Every piece of furniture is covered in the red hue. There’s a small bed with a steel scaffolding frame and red sheets propped against the wall. Standing next to it is some sort of 6ft X cross.

No answer. His footsteps were quiet against the hardwood as he followed the candlelit path. It led straight toward the closed door at the far end of the hall. The one room he never brought anyone into without a reason. The red room. Something in his chest tightened, but it wasn’t apprehension, it was curiosity laced with heat. The door was slightly ajar. He wrapped his hand around the handle and pushed it open. And then he stopped. The light inside was dim, lit only by more candles scattered across the space, their flames casting shadows against deep crimson walls. But the real sight that stole his breath was her.

The scent hit me first. Dust, paper and ink. I stared at the doors for a second before pushing them open. The room inside was enormous, larger than the one back at Blackridge, with towering shelves stretching toward the ceiling and ladders fixed against the rows. A fire burned quietly near the far wall. If Redfang was old enough, then their records would be too. Which meant there was still a chance. I moved quickly through the shelves, scanning titles, ignoring the tremble still lingering in my hands from what had almost happened upstairs.

Well, with the rate at which I am allowed to move about , it is actually not shocking that I never knew about this room. The heavy door is already open. Lev walks straight to a tall bookcase against the wall. Books fill every shelf. Old, leather covers and gold letters. Lev reaches for a thick red book. Nikolai’s voice cuts sharp. “Wrong book.” My mind spins. Men are shooting outside. Guns. Death. And they stop for books? What is this? Lev moves two shelves left. His hand finds a thin black book. No title. He pulls it. A low click sounds. The whole bookcase swings inward slow. Like a door. A hidden door. My mouth opens but no sound comes. Shock freezes me.

Never told her that either. My fingers fumble, but after a minute, the lock clicks. The door creaks open, and a musty smell hits me, mixed with something weird, like a storm’s coming. Inside, it ain’t storage—it’s like some old tomb. Stone walls, shelves stuffed with dusty books, strange symbols scratched into the floor. A table in the middle has a glass case, and inside, something glows red, like a hot coal. My wolf goes crazy, claws tearing at my brain, begging me to get closer.