Red White And Royal Blue Book 2 Novels & Stories

Red, the final book in the color series. Following the events of Book 1, Green had completely changed into a different person. She was no longer a vampire but a being who had the blood of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and Dragons. The powers she had obtained coupled with the loss of her mate and the anxieties of being a mother to destined twins was enough to make her twisted. On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother.

Rosemary’s Pov “Welcome home , my queen” he whispers in to my ear making me shiver. The maiden walks over to me and lays the pillow on the table in front me before she turns to leave. “Welcome home , my queen” he whispers in to my ear making me shiver. Both maidens walks over to me and lays the pillows on the table in front me before they turn to leave. On the first pillow , I admire a small dainty crown that sparkles. The tiara gems are a deep red colour , and from the red gems are steel stems that twist and curl . It looks absolutely beautiful and breath taking. I look over to the other pillow in confusion as I see an item clearly being covered with a black silk cloth.

My cousin is surrounded! I howl as I shift into my four-legged form. Adrenaline pumps through my blood, and I practically fly through the trees and brush to reach him in time. Warriors flank me as I run, but they aren't fast enough to keep up. Within moments I find my beta singed and fighting a yellowish-orange beast with long talons. Instead of helping him with his opponent, I attack the small blue dragon waiting to take him by surprise.

she said. I sat on the edge of the bed. Still in last night's everything. Still wrung out. Still—barely here. The swatch book opened. Reds first. Deep, arterial. Burgundy turning into something almost black at the edges. My stomach turned. "No." The woman's eyes lifted to mine. Not offended. Just—noting it. She turned the page. Whites. Ivory. Cream. Bone. I almost laughed. Almost. "No." Another page. Blues. Midnight into navy into something that looked like the bottom of the ocean where no light reached.

The world wasn’t finished with us. And we weren’t finished with it. End of Book One To be continued… Book Two: The Crown of Ashes and Embers (If you want it.)

Alley said, smiling at me. We walked over and I sat down on the floor next to her. I held out the book and opened the first page to see what the contents were about. "The Blessed." I read out loud. The blessed? I turned the next page to see a man and woman, the man had a white shading while the woman had a black shading, "That could be a white witch and a dark witch.'' Alley said, studying the picture. I looked all over the page until my eyes laid on words that I didn't know how to comprehend at first. "When the light meets the dark a mix of good and evil is born." Um... What does that mean? I tensed a little as I read the words over and over. Alley was scribbling something down on a note

I know she is still only a child of ten. We then hear a commotion outside, followed by a lot of yelling. We get up and run down the stairs to find out what is going on. When we reach the door to the back garden, we see a beautiful red wolf crouched and growling at some of the new guards, who are hissing and getting ready to attack. I yell "STAND DOWN!!!" just as two familiar males walk out of the woods. "Patrick! Ethan! Welcome back! Is it Sera or Lilith?"

He then walked to the desk, where he had placed his book, and began flipping through the pages. "Here," he said, tapping his finger on a specific page. I crouched down to read the faint letters. "The Royal Curse of Narcissa. The first royalty to possess the blood of a werewolf and a mythological creature. Narcissa is considered a forbidden fruit, and her existence is a curse. The royalty was killed at the age of 18." I raised my eyebrows at Marcelo, who was waiting for a shocked reaction from me. However, I remained expressionless. Marcelo spoke again, "This Royal curse is connected to Aria."

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

And so I nod at Red, because I knew what he was asking me. What I don’t understand was why he was pulling the book I was reading away from me. Frowning, I hold on to it tightly. As tightly as I could. Then I notice Ash and Gray standing behind Red. They were all wearing fancy clothes. I’ve read in one of the magazines my mother had brought that it’s called suits. They were wearing suits and Gray was holding one up, his arm extended over to me. The suit was colored black. I don’t like that color. It’s bland and dark and sad.