Red Storm Manhwa Novels & Stories

Then the dragon ascended and soared into the skies, leaving Rohan alone where his fellow dragon hunters had just arrived. a missed content; mist-covered Tristan’s vision again, now revealing another scene. Black smoke rose into the dark clouds that partly covered the red skies. The smell of death and burnt had caught Tristan’s nose. “Silva … Silva … No …” Tristan turned his head to his left, his eyes spreading wide open as he saw Silva lying on the shore. Dark blood was everywhere, mixed with the wet sand. “Silva … Forgive me …” Rohan had his arms wrapped to hug the dragon’s head, sobbing. “Forgive me …”

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

We can still be a major part of each other’s lives, but he is going to have to accept that I love my Chaos Boys just as much as I love my twin brother and mother. He finally relaxes and I release him stepping away. Ransom pulls me into his arms. His eyes sure mine for something. I guess he doesn’t find what he is looking for and his pensive features relax with a deep relieved sigh. I turn around to see Storm leave, slamming the front door to the apartment. “Damn that was tense,” Carmen says breaking the tension in the room. Carson huffs a laugh and I smile at him. I’m still somewhat mad at him, but I’m glad he isn’t dead.

Oriana ‘OMG! I cant believe this is happening to me,’ I said to myself as I paced the room, stressing my hair. ‘Stop it Ana,’ I scolded myself, ‘if you pull it anymore, you will go bald.’ I sat on he bed but, I was that anxious right now. Maybe that was a bit too much information to take in over breakfast. My fault, I know. Firstly, I’m an orphan all over again. Secondly, my dad wasn’t my dad but my mother’s kidnapper. Thirdly, my biological father was the king of all mafia families and last but not least, I am betrothed to Gio. I have no idea what is expected of me or what I am capable of. I have always played things safe and remained cautious and optimistic when it came to making life deci

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

a warrior whispers, before we can comprehend what's happening another tremor is heard , then another. Morris stiffens. “Positions... now.” He orders but before the command fully leaves his lips, the sky tears open. A storm, black and electric, forms out of nothing, clouds swirling like a living thing. Lightning snaps across the sky with sharp, unnatural precision. This isn’t weather, this is power, I remember this scene clearly, its storm power. The same kind Raven holds in her veins but this feels darker and cold. Warriors tense around us, grabbing their fighting gear ready for battle as they are always taught, the

The storm was mine. Selene stopped laughing. Akira’s eyes widened. Even Dante’s smile faltered—just for a breath. The storm coiled tighter, swirling around me like a hurricane of teeth and claws. My blood hammered in my veins. My body shook, not from weakness now, but from rage too big to be held. I bared my teeth, shadows crawling across my skin like armor, like fire, like hunger made flesh. The voices screamed for release. The crowd screamed for blood. And I stood, chest heaving, staring at Selene Varda.

Fighting a group of scraggly Vampire rebels who had no clue what being discreet meant had to be easier than taking out the Rhineharts and Thier dynasty. I did not plan to hurt Amelia, as long as she did not try to stand in my way. She was my mate after all, and she could either come to terms with her new life, or she'd be caught up in the war between I and her family, and if that happened -- I cannot tell if I would be able to restrain my wolf from stealing the very life put of her. Killing one's own mate was called setra, it was the highest form of torture, but I did not mind, I had nothing much to live for. I loved the pain.

And his entire face changes. Not anger. Not fear. Something deeper. Darker. More primal. He whispers my name like a vow. “Hailey.” And then, The storm breaks. The door opens. And everything erupts into chaos. Like K-Drama tension chaos.

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.