Red Thread Legend Novels & Stories

My second gamma hurriedly told me through our mind-link. "Rate the threat on a scale of 1-10" I calmly replied. "It's 7, color red, a high risk battle, because they seem to have a hidden legion waiting in ambush" he quickly added. "Hmph! Wow! Interesting. Get my second storm legion ready. We move in an hour. Stock enough supplies and weapons, and add a hundred heavenly beasts to it. The first troops will leave with me using heavenly beasts, while the second will join on horsebacks. You know what to do" I whispered lazily.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

Silas stared at the three guys in front of him. "According to this book written by our ancestors and kept by the Queen and King, Red Woods is the last empire of living vampires nowadays. In short, we are the last vampires standing. Decades ago, Red Woods is divided into five regions: Auburn of North, Cerise of East, Vermillion of Metropolis, Carmine of West, and Carnelian of South. We are now at Vermillion." He flipped the book, showing the map to Jet and Raze while pointing at the regions.

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"This is not correct. The first was a bright crimson. One of his daughters was wedded to a colossal berserker, a Norse monarch. That is when the first gray line appeared." Carol smiled. "I can see myself living with a gray pack, but being a red is already causing me problems." Ravena touched her hand and conspiratorially murmured, "The reds were the first to arrive. That's all you need to know. I'll tell you the rest later." Silva smiled devilishly at her. "I'm sure Lucian hasn't heard that version before." "I'm curious what he'll think."

Alpha Black had crossed his arms over his chest and kept his eyes riveted on Harry's face. Beneath the redhead's thin, closed eyelids, Black could see the eye movements that confirmed the Red Moon Alpha's return to life. "What... what happened?" whispered Jason, staggering closer to the body of his pack leader. He placed a hand over the redhead and waited a moment. The healer breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the red wolf's presence beneath his fingers. He looked up at Black, hands trembling, and murmured an emotional thank-you.

But I realized one thing: Kaelith here was wounded because he was bound by sharp iron chains, yet those scars were on the body of the present-day Red. So this is how it all began, Red first appeared because of this ritual. Kaelith was wounded, and his evil spirit broke free, becoming Red. Kaelith’s mouth opened slowly. “Go,” he whispered. His eyes, nearly covered in blood, stared at me with the last of his strength. I shook my head, tears slowly streaming down my cheeks, “No, I won’t leave you again.” The sound of footsteps grew closer; I turned, and someone appeared. It was Red, but he was different, more feral and dark, and rough.

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

She looks to Grace again, who nods once more, "We have a legend in this kingdom that one day a princess, the rare red wolf, will find her mate in the rare black wolf of our kingdom's royal family..." I hide my gasp as much as I can. How could they know I was a red wolf? I haven't been here long enough to shift. I glare at the female, making her whimper a little as I say, "What makes you so sure that I am this rare red wolf of this legend?" The female whimpers a little more but whispers.

I winced as he pressed a clean bandage to my neck, his words sinking in. “Fenrir’s greed sparked a conflict that has lasted generations,” Red continued. “And now, it’s all we know. Fighting. Hate. Loss.” “Why does it matter who I am?” I croaked, the question clawing its way out despite my exhaustion. Red’s gaze met mine, and for the first time, I saw vulnerability in his eyes. “Because if you are Harold’s granddaughter, you might be the key to ending it.”