Red X Silver Novels & Stories

His voice smooth as silk, broke the standoff, and he shoved Jax aside lightly as they both stripped. Jax’s shirt hit the floor first, revealing his sculpted chest, his abs rippled with tension. Jax’s pants followed, and his thick cock sprung free; veined, angry-red head leaking pre-cum, balls heavy and drawn tight. Silver was leaner, his dick longer and curved, an Albert piercing glinting at the tip. They were magnificent, terrifying in their intensity.

“Really? You both couldn’t watch me suffer, but you could suggest that I be pulled out of the life support, huh?” His breathing was ragged now and the two women knew they were in trouble. The veins around his temple were popping out, and they feared that he could snap at them at any point. Regina was more angry at Xavier for ratting them out. He could have remained professional and kept his mouth shut, but no, he just had to talk. “Mr. Silver, you need to calm down. You are not looking good. I know you are angry, but it would do your recovery no good if you do not allow yourself to rest.” Xavier said and tried to direct him back to the bed.

It's a silver honda, with a little bit of chipped paint. I know all of the cars that should be parked here. Maybe it's someone's friend? But we have designated visitors parking. And then I saw her. She's small. Really small. And the most beautiful fucking person i have ever fucking seen. Her hair is a beautiful shade of red, her skin pale. Her cheeks are defined, her lips full. And her body? Fuck. She's an absolute dream. Every fucking part of her. From her thin waist, to her round ass and large breasts.

Let alone the tights and… I glanced at my feet… ballet flats? “That looks great on you!” “Huh?” I looked up at Logan, who was now buttoning up a dark blue polo shirt. I hadn't even seen him pull his own clothes out. “You were starting to spiral.” Silver said gently. “I took control just for a moment to break you out of the loop.” With those words, the anxiety that had started to grow at the missing time vanished like mist evaporating before the rising sun. Silver was just looking out for me like she always was.

The Red Rave's car was armored, so the security decided to stay inside it and prepare to leave as soon as possible. The armor was not enough to calm Darren and Kath, who embraced each other and cried, terrified, living the materialization of the nightmare that had haunted them once. It also did not deter Timothy, who pounded the bodywork, hit the windows with the revolver, after firing two shots at the front window and discovering the protection.

I scream, but I don’t let go. Silver’s a soft metal. If these bars are pure, I might be able to bend them. But no. It’s just a silver coating over something harder. I can’t move them. With a final, furious scream, I shove away from the bars. “How’d that work out, young one?” Odin calls from the next cell over. “All Father, with all due respect, shut the fuck up. I don’t see you doing anything to get us out,” I snap, furious and nursing my scorched hands. My healing is sluggish here—still working, just not fast.

He raised his other arm up as he waved, showing the folded sleeve of his shirt and automatically, showing off his well built arms. Alex gulped as he called his name one more time. This time he was aggressively waving his arm, his tiny silver bracelet dangling as he did. On getting no response from him, Alex could see him huff and then fold his arms on his chest, colliding with the pendant of his silver necklace. God, he looked so good. His hair looked freshly washed, fragile and soft as the wind blew it, scattering strands all over his face. His blue eyes glistened as he stared, his lips twitching and pursing as he awaited a response from Alex.

Blood at her lip, hair loose, hand pressed to her ribs. But she stood up and she looked at Seraphina and her eyes.... Her eyes. For just a second....half a breath, barely long enough to be sure I'd seen it at all.....they flashed. Silver. Not gold. Not the red of an aggressive wolf. 'Silver.' A color I had seen exactly once in my life, in an old text in my father's library, next to a bloodline name I had been too young to understand. Then it was gone. Mira blinked. The color was back to normal. She looked almost as startled as everyone else.

Silver was laughing now, really laughing, her head thrown back, her hair flying. This was it. This was the version of her I wanted to see every day. I pressed the accelerator again. The car sped up. Then I saw it. The red light, it was close and fast. I hit the brakes. Nothing happened, it didn't halt. I hit them again. Harder. The pedal sank to the floor. The car kept moving. "Henry?" Silver's voice was different now. Scared. "I'm sure it's fine." "Henry, the light—"

Still full of fire. She flinched, and her whole body tensed. She breathed, trying to keep her voice steady, "Riven.... stabbed." Fin's eyes snapped to her abdomen where her hand was. The blood coming out was red... not silver. Jax looked down. His expression went slack. "Shit." In a matter of seconds, the red blood had turned black like ink. The light from the spring recoiled from it, twisting away like it knew the wound wasn't right.