Red Space Mga Nobela at Kwento

​The rise of the Red Moon; The "Blood-Gate", did not bring light to Neo-Tokyo. It brought a thick, coppery fog that tasted of ancient rust and dying stars. As the red crescent emerged from the Pacific, the "Zero-Variable" in Leo Vane’s veins didn't just hum; it screamed. It was a frequency of pure, unfiltered predatory instinct, a call from something that predated the "Wild Code" by eons.

"This will do the trick." It's deep cherry red.

RED. To be Continued

Everywhere he looks, Win sees red. He is surrounded by countless shades of it; twisting, roiling waves of crimson are waiting, raging to swallow him whole. It reminds him of scary movies - the forsaken gritty land of endless red sand valleys, always burning, hungry and barely containing all-consuming, destructive energies - the Alpha realm that is no more.

he gasped in a trembling voice. Before them stretched a vast expanse of blood-red space, resembling a sea or lake, filled with floating bones and flowing blood. The entire area was stained red, like a colossal graveyard where countless immortals had met their end. The overwhelming evil of the place weighed heavily on them. One wrong move, and they could be consumed by the malignant energy that tainted the air.

" And you can see that I'm outside in our backyard? " Alexia added. " FUCCKK!! " - Them. " Who are you? " Alexia asked. " Who am I? Who are you? " Red asked. " No! Who are you!! " Alexia shouted too. " I'm Red. Who are you? " Red said. "I'm Alexia. Fuck! Is this real? How is this even possible? " She asked. " I know but I can see that you are in the backyard while you can see that I'm in my garage. This is really true but how? "

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

There’s a curtain and they can close it if they want, but if they want some people watching, they just leave it open and the green light above the window will flash while people are inside. Then you have the red room. The red room is my favorite, and that’s where I am taking Grace. The room is open to anyone. Anything can happen, but the couple is in charge. The couple in the center of the room can allow touching, fucking, or just watching by setting the light to blue, green, or red. Blue means just watching, with no contact with the couple. The green one means everything is allowed, and the red is no one to touch or watch.

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."

They would be gods of their own virtual reality. Portal B (The True Real): A jagged, harsh landscape of a dying universe. A world where the Architects had harvested everything. It was cold, it was dangerous, and they would be physical, mortal beings once again. "If you go to the Real," the Developer warned, "there is no 'Respawn.' If you die there, you are gone. And your powers... they won't work like they did in the code. You’ll just be wolves in a world of machines."