Red Tara Novels & Stories

“Wills, this is Tara and Elena.” Sandy pulls me over from where I am looking at all of the stunning dresses to the designers, a tall dark haired willowy woman and a petite red head. I hold my hand out to Tara the tall one first, she’s clothed in a wrap dress and red heels, her hair pulled back in a severe ponytail and her lips painted immaculately in red. “Such a pleasure to meet you Wills, my business partner and mate Elena.” She smiles kindly at me and shakes my hand, then gestures to the red-haired woman beside her. She is wearing dark pants and white t-shirt with black vest; black framed glasses perched on her nose.

—As promised. --- Tara The day before the party, everything is ready. The tower sparkles with a thousand lights. It looks like a cathedral dedicated to power. Our power. I look at myself in the mirror. A blood-red and gold dress, an armor of silk and defiance. I am magnificent. I am invincible. And I am nervous. Mike has been perfectly consistent. Present, attentive, even consulting my opinion on minor points. He has built the edifice of "us" with the patience of an architect who knows his foundations are sand.

“You—what are you doing here?” The smile never left her lips. “Relax, I didn’t come here for war.” I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. “Then what exactly do you want?” “My name is Tara. My mother… she’s the head witch of New York. Your Alpha almost killed her.” My stomach dropped. “Wait… what?” “Yes,” she said calmly. “But that’s not why I’m here. There are bigger things happening now.” She leaned closer. “The Owl is close, Kaima. Really close. We need to act fast.”

Violet chimed in, then she suggested, "Why don't I ask Carla to bring you some new clothes? There's a cheap costume shop downtown. I heard they have stocks left for this year's Halloween." Wane and Violet giggled annoyingly, their laughter like nails on a chalkboard. Charity felt her blood boil, hot rage surging through her veins. Her hands trembled at her sides, and she had to physically clench them to keep from doing something she'd regret. The urge to wipe that smug smile off Violet's face was almost overwhelming. Still, she kept her composure. Years of training, years of being in the public eye, had taught her that. She lifted her chin and met their mocking gazes with icy calm.

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.

“There’s something about you, you remind me of someone I once knew. Long ago, in Hasteria.” Tara was shocked, did the prince know her mother Teresa. What should she say? No she can't trust anyone so easily, she will try and find a way to talk to him in secret about Hasteria and her but now she needs to play it cool. She also noticed that only her and prince William had red hairs in the room, and he's the only person until now who has red hair apart from her and Teresa. Tara kept her composure, though inside she felt her heart quicken. “Perhaps you mistake me, your highness. I have never been to Hasteria.”

Red thinks they went to Valhalla. Naomi goes quiet. Then, softly: I’m sorry, Nate. I know this is hard. On all of you. But we’re at the gates of Valhalla. Come here. We’ll make a plan. Maybe we can find a way to reach those in Tartarus. No! I’m not leaving without Nyx! Nathan snaps. And I know that look on his face. Years of training him taught me what it means: he’s made up his mind, and nothing will change it.

For crying out loud Tarloh, you know . "What I 'know' is that you're angry and taking this really personally. You chewed out your own brother for going vigilante, so don't make the same mistake he did." Red looked like she was going to say something, but Tarloh cut her off. "No, and that's final. Go out again tomorrow when everyone is rested and you've calmed down." Red stormed off, clenching her fists, and the crowd of people parted to let her pass. No one in his or her right mind fucked with Red when she was in that kind of mood.

“Silver Claw, Red Fang—prepare for a new threat! We’ve won one war, but another’s coming. We’ll face it as one!” The packs howled, their voices a chorus of unity, a promise of strength, a vow to fight for the peace they’d built. Tara stepped forward, her red hair glinting, her freckled face set in a scowl, but her green eyes were fierce, her voice sharp. “If there’s another fight, I’m in,” she said, her claws extending with a soft snick, her loyalty to Kevin and Sam a steady anchor. “But I’m not dying for some ancient prophecy, Lykos. You better have a plan.” Sam’s lips twitched, a smirk breaking through her tension, her green eyes dancing with mischief as she turned to Tara, her voice light

The serpentine hisses follow me, slithering along the cold floors, but I’m not afraid. Not really. Not until I turn a corner and hear something that makes my blood run cold. A wet, hungry sound. A breathless moan. At first, the darkness keeps me blind, but then something glints—a deep, unnatural red. My stomach twists. I step closer, and the shadows take shape. Valen. But he’s not alone. Tara is pressed against his chest, limp, her head tilted back in rapture. Her lips parted in a dazed, euphoric smile.