Red X Blue Among Us Novels & Stories

“You’re too observant to be kept in comfortable ignorance much longer. So I’m choosing what you see and when you see it. This is me choosing.” Dave looked at the map on the wall again. The coloured sectors. “What are the colours?” “Territorial boundaries,” Ryan said. “Red is Blood Dominion controlled. Blue is Shadow Serpents—Kai’s territory. Green is neutral ground. The pulsing markers are active points of interest. Locations we’re watching.” Dave counted the red sectors. They were substantial nearly half the city’s visible area, clustered around the centre and expanding outward in several directions like a hand spreading its fingers. The blue was significant too, concentrated in the eastern

I intentionally provoked Aidan. "Why should I be scared?" Aidan slammed his hand on the desk. "Let's go now. Whoever doesn't follow is a coward." We marched to Martin's ward in full force. As soon as we opened the door, we heard the voice of Martin's mother, Camila Lowell. "It's all your fault! If you hadn't done that to Scarlett, she wouldn't be in this mess!" The bed was still piled with masks and equipment. We all swarmed inside, startling both of them.

She and Miko leaned back, nodded at each other, then leaned back forward to resume negotiations with Retholis. “We agree,” said Miko. “We will not be able to publish them until we return to Federation space in any case.” “We’ll do fine print on the paperwork later,” said Retholis. “But I hope this bears fruit for the both of us.” “Hey, I’ve got another question for you,” said Eva. “So there’s Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, and Red Zones. Are there any Purple Zones?” Retholis scowled and his facial spines shifted with agitation.

KAELOS Three weeks after Callista's wedding, I sat in the Nightveil Pack's large conference room with a giant map of North America spread out before me. Colored dots marked the location of every major Pack across the continent—blue for allies, yellow for neutrals, and red for those potentially hostile. There were still too many red dots. “This is ambitious,” said Beta Archer, standing beside me with a tablet in his hand. “Uniting all the Packs in North America under one alliance? No one has ever succeeded in doing this in modern history.”

Ashley scanned the wires fast. Cut the wrong one? The tower might auto‑reroute. Cut the right one? The cartel goes blind. She spotted three main feeds on the tower: green, blue, red. Red—primary channel. She grabbed her knife. Someone shouted her name. “Ashley! Behind you!” She spun— A man lunged from the shadows, knife raised. Before she could react, Jax slammed into him, tackling him to the ground with a fierce growl. They struggled, blades clashing, Jax’s snarl ripping through the air.

He bends, lifts her like she weighs nothing, and sets her legs around his waist. Then he carries her to the bedroom—like something sacred. Or something possessed. … The blinds are shut. A large city map is spread across the table, with two marked zones: one labeled Red Velvet, the other farmhouse. The mood is tense but focused. Reyes, Morgan, Captain Vernon, and Red are gathered around the table. Reyes pointing at the map, “Two teams. We hit both at once. My team goes for the nightclub—Red Velvet. Morgan, you lead the second to the farmhouse.”

"How can I get you all to believe me?" Closing my eyes, I once again saw Asher with glowing red eyes and large black wings. He stood proudly over the corpses of many of our friends. Beside him was a man with blazing red hair and a vampiress that looked pleased with themselves. However, they weren’t the ones I was most concerned with. Instead, there was a beautiful blonde with an ethereal feel to her that really worried me. Shaking off the chill that was beginning to rush down my spine, I turned and began to make my way towards town. If Leah and the others weren’t going to take me seriously, I knew someone who would.

But at last there is a suspicion happened with rosy. Usually alish laptop had red color cover, but now it is in black covered. I can see there is a small chip attached to it. *****

Until she glanced down to see a thick red crimson oozing between his fingers. “Sit down.” She never thought he would have the guts to shoot anyone, let alone the fucking senator. So, obediently, she sat. Feeling a worry she was sure Michael would not had the roles been reversed. At least that was what he had shouted so pompously mere moments before. Carol released a blood-curdling scream. Blue had forgotten about her. “Now. I need a car, have you got your phone, Michael?” “Yes,” He grunted, looking a little worse for wear—as Blue could imagine with a bullet buried in his gut. She no longer found the whole thing funny.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.