Red X Silver Novels & Stories

The executive hangar was a massive, sterile cavern of polished steel and white neon, a stark contrast to the blood-slicked concrete of the Moonhaven Coast. In the center of the bay sat Rhys’s private aircraft—a sleek, multi-million silver shard VTOL. Its carbon-fiber hull was pitch black, stamped with the silver frost-wolf emblem of the Stormfang Syndicate. The twin jet engines rotated slowly on their housings, emitting a low, bass-heavy hum that rattled right through Agnes’s boots.

__________ Della" Silver and I help Redx after the rotten monster flies and falls to the ground. We make sure that we wouldn't make a sound so the corpse would not see or hear us, since they could only find out if there's someone or they could only notice us if we would make a sound. Even if I wanted to cry because of what was happening to Redx I couldn't make a sound. We hide in the dressing room and we put Redx down and I ask Silver if what should we do. "I have an idea but it would be painful for Redx but we don't have any other choice." Silver said while he was looking at me with so much worry. "Spill it out, whatever it is we need to try, just to save Redx." I ask eagerly. I even held h

,he continued,his voice low and measured never taking his eyes off Salvatore. “And what is the price for such….generosity?” Ignoring his question,Don Silver continued. “A realignment of power,Salvatore.”,his tone lowered to a whisper as he leaned forward. “The drug routes you have been eyeing for expansion…..they could be yours.Exclusively if I might add.” The gleam of avarice in Salvatore’s eyes at the mention of the drug routes could not be missed. “What is this proposition going to cost me?”,Salvatore spat,his voice hoarse.

DEX Something about her changes right before my eyes. For a heartbeat, I can’t feel her through our bond — as if she’s vanished — but then, her presence rushes back like a wave. Lydia raises her head, and when our eyes meet, I freeze. Her irises are no longer their usual color; they’ve turned a brilliant shade of silver. In fact, all of her seems made of light, glowing softly like molten metal.

"That is a Bentley flying spur, I got it in a red colour I didn't want it to be in the dense colour as the other one." Kevin added, he took the last remote on the rest and pressed it, another car honked besides the ded car, it was in grey. "That's a Rolls Royce phantom." Kevin explained again, Crimson was shocked and she could not stop staring at him then the cars with her mouth wide open, she obviously lacked what to say. "You got those for me?" Crimson asked again to be sure she was not dreaming, Kevin nodded with a chuckle as she ran towards the cars and touched each one of them, feeling them in her hands as if they were something she could eat, she didn't talk, she just checked them out.

"But silver is a little… harsh, don’t you think? We wouldn’t want the festival to look cold and unwelcoming." I bit the inside of my cheek. She wasn’t outright rejecting my idea, but she was subtly making it seem like a bad one. "I don’t think silver would look harsh," I replied, keeping my voice steady. "It would blend beautifully with the white and gold." The red-haired woman pursed her lips, considering. Before she could say anything, Zara sighed dramatically. "I suppose we could try it," she said, as if she was being incredibly generous. "If it doesn’t work, we can always change it later."

I muttered. The silence swallows the room, the only sound is the relentless ticking of the clock. My fingertips painted a crimson danced a nervous rhythm around the stem of my wine glass. The heavy damask drapes, a deep shade of merlot, pooled on the floor like spilled blood. A ruby pendant, the matching set to the earrings adorning my ears, dangled from a delicate silver chain around my neck, catching the flickering light and throwing a series of tiny red suns across the mahogany table. Red, it had always been red. a bold choice. The color of passion, of power. but red was always my shield, my armor against the world.

The door opened and Silver walked in. Everyone suddenly disappeared as I stared at Silver. He was wearing the same thing as Axel, but his robe is longer and the color he is wearing is red, his face is also covered. Well, I can still look into his eyes. He walked towards us slowly, his arms folded in front of him.

"Silent running mode included. It creeps up on you like a ghost." Ren opened the driver’s door and sat inside. The seat molded to his spine. The dashboard was a single curved piece of glass. It felt powerful. It felt like Wraith. "I'll take it," Ren said. "In silver." The salesman blinked, his datapad hovering in his hand. "Excellent choice, sir. We offer competitive financing plans with interest rates as low as—" "Cash," Ren interrupted. He held up his wrist-comp. "Full amount. Today." The salesman’s eyes widened. "Of... of course. That would be 45,000 Credits, including the luxury tax and registration."

Because her plan is surely working. "Silver." Both of them answered looking at her eyes. "Both of you like the same colour?" She asked with a frown. "We do." Zachariah replied. Rose giggled at their answer. She thought they will say something like black or grey which matches their personality. "What is funny in this mate?" Vladimir asked her, looking at her with his obsessive gaze. "I thought you will something like black but you said silver." She said with a giggle. The Kings smiled seeing her.