Red Space Novels & Stories

On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them. Thick black doors makes up the right side of the wall that continue down the hallway all made from a type of metal that makes it impossible for anyone to break in or out of it. The stench of blood, grime, and urine hang in the hair and I take a big gulp, trying to swallow the bile that is coming up. Adair is well in front of us, walking dauntlessly without even taking a second glance at any of the red stains on the walls. Nick’s mouth is set in a tight line and he continues to glance at me behind his shoulder to make sure I’m okay.

The Red Sky ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​The blood-red luminescence on the northern horizon did not behave like light. It pulsed. It breathed. It bled across the night sky like an infected wound in the fabric of the universe, casting a sickly, crimson glow over the white marble ruins of the Capital. ​Kaelen remained perfectly still beside me on the balcony, but I felt the violent, apocalyptic spike of terror through the open mate bond.

She and Miko leaned back, nodded at each other, then leaned back forward to resume negotiations with Retholis. “We agree,” said Miko. “We will not be able to publish them until we return to Federation space in any case.” “We’ll do fine print on the paperwork later,” said Retholis. “But I hope this bears fruit for the both of us.” “Hey, I’ve got another question for you,” said Eva. “So there’s Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, and Red Zones. Are there any Purple Zones?” Retholis scowled and his facial spines shifted with agitation.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

I muttered to myself. For those who don't know, VH14 is the result of research conducted by an American doctor named Victor Graham. His aim was to find a cure for a deadly virus that was claiming countless lives. However, during the process of creating the antidote, they accidentally stumbled upon something even more powerful - something that could create an army of humans. With a single shot of VH14, the victim loses all sense of reasoning and becomes entirely submissive to the first person who speaks to them. The person will only recognize the first voice that speaks to them, making them incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

CHAPTER TWELVE She used a soft lipstick that added bare color and shine. It didn’t add authority or boldness or blatant sexuality. It didn’t turn her into any sort of femme fatale. She didn’t need that. The Wolf wouldn’t want that. Her stomach ached in ways that reminded her of Aleta in her womb, of the hollowness after she was birthed, of the barrenness of her soul now that she was dead. She felt something strange in her eyes. Not tears. No, a glitter. Something feral and dangerous. Her teeth pulled back from her lips in a snarl until she caught herself and coughed demurely. She pulled her sunglasses over her eyes to hide the predator’s shine.

I swallowed hard, and I breathed deeply. Unlike other paintings this painting was unique, it wasn’t just blue and black and white, it was pink, violet, blue, red, white, it had everything. It depicted a universe. It was full of life. And when you look closer to it... I could see a faint image of a face. Like the whole galaxy was just a whole facade, to hide what the painting really beholds. Anamorphosis. “I’m sorry for asking.” I heard Geoffrey. Then I looked back at him.