Red Vs Blue O Malley Novels & Stories

Cilyna thought before throwing the vampire she had been tussling with into a witch running towards her. "Blue Moon shifters! I've heard of them but I thought they were only myth." Jake, Ciaran's beta, spoke up through the link. "They rank with the hybrid. All eradicated before given the chance for life." Ciaran said. Two howls broke through the air, loud and clear. Somehow Cilyna knew it was her children. With their howls, all the vampires in the area feel to the ground curling in on themselves before turning to ash were the lay. Cilyna could see that Ciaran's huge white wolf was struggling to stay standing, whimpering and pawing at his ears. As the silence enveloped then again, Cilyna looke

Some were sobbing quietly while others stood rigid. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. The long corridor blurred around me as I rushed forward. I needed to see him right now. I needed to affirm this was just a cruel misunderstanding. The moment I stepped inside the Silverhall, the knights that stood in formation turned, their gazes somber as they immediately stepped aside for me. And that was when I saw him. Black hair, just like mine, spilling over the bier. His body lay unnaturally still, draped in the flag of our duchy. No…

Joy flashed across their face for a moment and worry replaced it. "Oh, well..." Michelle began to speak but stopped and drifted into thought. "Why both of us. Isn't there always only one?" Amber quickly asked. "This time it's special in a way. It's crucial they succeed. That's why I'm here before the birth this time." I began as I sat down in the plush chair. "The villain of the last Blue Moon wolf will come after the female wolf. He will not know that the male will also be one because he isn't in tune with his power only the female. So we have a slight advantage." I paused and look over their faces before I finish. "Michelle, you are having a girl. Amber, you are having a boy. Your children

At this time, forget walking, O’Malley entire body can’t even move, the man has made a special seat like contraption made out of stick and rope which works like a baby carrier but instead of a comfy front one it was made out of wood an on the back side. At this time O’Malley was nothing but a dead weight, but the man never said anything, he just arranged everything by himself in silence. Although O’Malley wanted to say some heroic words like ‘Just leave me behind’ or something like that, she won’t because she wanted to stay alive, she don’t want to die in this place of nowhere. The man put her on his back using the contraptions, covers her with a camo blanket and tarp to keep her warm, the e

I remember the loss of seeing her in that morgue. “I love you, pumpkin.” This is for you mom, I tell myself. I will get justice for you. It took ten years, but I am going to finally have the way to put the man who hurt her behind bars. I smile, showing my teeth. I am going to destroy Norwood. *** Chief O’Malley arrives first. He wears civilian clothes of a dark blue suit and pale green tie. He plays with the expensive wedding band on his left hand as he enters, but otherwise doesn't look outwardly nervous.

After that, the Elders led the ancient prayer to ask for a blessing from the Moon Goddess. After the prayer, Alpha Gregory took the emblem of the Blue Moon Pack, it was a medallion with the elegant letter A engraved in the middle. He hands it over to Raven as he proclaims him as the new Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Every pack member shifted into a werewolf. Each of them was howling under the bright full moon. Following the pack members, Raven also shifted to his wolf form. His wolf is gray and enormous. Following the proclamation, everyone feasted and celebrated. Einah and Marianna both approached me after. Their faces are laced with contentment.

Reese grumbled. “What gets weirder is that Guinevere O’Malley is the daughter of Irish Mob Boss, Patrick O’Malley leader of the Boston syndicate until his untimely death at the hands of his sergeant at arms as a requisite to peace treaty for trying to incite a mob war with the Italian mafia at the time because…get this…his wife was having an affair and trying to get a divorce…with none other than…” Liam looked at Reese expectantly to see if he had figured it out.

​The interior of Malakai’s black SUV smelled like expensive leather and the lingering scent of his cologne—something dark and woodsy that seemed to wrap around me like a second skin. Outside, the lights of Newtown blurred into long, neon streaks as he pushed the vehicle to a speed that was "no joke."

“Yes, I remember the one that slit my mother’s throat. He had two different colored eyes and a tattoo on his face.” Malik shook his head, “Was one brown and one blue? The tattoo an intricate tribal?” “Yes, do you know him?” Malik punched the table and almost splintered it. Everyone pushed their chairs back. It looked like he was going to shift any minute. Rainn jumped up and pushed me behind him. “That son of a bitch”, Malik roared. Delilah wrapped her arms around Malik, “My love please calm down and explain what is going on.” His breath started to even out and he sat back down.

A white light bursts from my chest and shoots down the street. “Let’s go.” Bella keeps hold of my hand to maintain the spell in Jamal’s nullifying aura. We race through the streets, following the light to a rocky section of beach. I smell the blood before I see anything. A lot of it. The compartment I shoved my emotions into? Obliterated. I drop Bella’s hand—the spell dies—but I don’t need it anymore. I smell her. Her blood. I sprint toward the rocks. And I find them. The bodies of Roweena, Iona, and the Red One—Nyx’s mother.