Redawn Novels & Stories

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

Seeing her disheveled appearance by the door, Ferdinand stood up and went towards her. “Eden? Is something wrong? Why do look so grief-stricken?” He questioned, holding the younger woman's elbow and guiding her towards the couch. “Calm yourself first. How about drinking some water?” He suggested, and was about to go to the kitchen when Eden stopped him, her face now drenched with tears. “Uncle... The Red Dragon came back...” “R-Red Dragon? Is Fae back?” A smile bloomed on the middle aged man's face, and Eden's wails sounded louder seeing his hopeful face.

“Why? You have no appointment. It’s busy here.” “Yeah?” she pouted a bit, thinking over it for a moment. “Eh, what about that guy? The guy who’s obsessed with playing computer games? Is he working here at the moment?” She had a bit of suspicion of that guy she was talking about, Oswald. He looked like he knew a lot about computers and technology whatever he does in his life. Or maybe Theo hired people from the outside? “They’re out of town, I’m the only one currently here.” Yohan was a bit of a cold person but Selene wasn’t fazed.

Adam says, "I know. I'm sorry." "Y-You can't just do that." "It's gone. It ran far north. Rogues don't come around here. There hasn't been one near Waindale in years. Most know that there's a pack based here, so they stay away. But this one was right outside the house, too close to be oblivious."

One night me and Vince had spent as much time together in the bedroom and we were just holding each other when throught the pack l**k "The Redwood pack are here they have broken through the Northern side." Me and Vince shot out of bed and out of the house nudity was no problem for wolves. As soon as we were outisde we turned and let our wolves run as fast as they could to the Norther side of the territory. As we were running we saw wolves of all different colours running behind us trying to get there aswell. I saw a big black wolf run past us it was Alpha Nico in wolf form.

sat beside her and gently wiped her blood by back of his sleeves, “why is this happening so frequently to you, Didn’t you said you already got solution on it?” Mike questioned her however she ignored his questioned and hastily wiped remains of blood stain of her face “I told you it’s because of stress and nothing else” She said while Mike kept looking at her with suspicious look “let’s go..” she said breaking her eye contact with him, they both stood up and with long steps Erica quickly followed Aslam as Mike and Meenakshi followed behind her, once they all reached near palace a familiar smell hit their nose “Is is… it red sandalwood smell?” Meenakshi questioned Aslam “Yes Its Red Scandalwo

I opened the door slowly, only to find a tall man with dark hair standing there, his cold, familiar gaze locked on me. “Rael,” I muttered, half-growling. The man gave a faint smile, his movements relaxed even though I hadn’t invited him in. “Long time no see, Daran. Am I interrupting?” I just scoffed. “Say what you want. I don’t have time for your games.” Rael shrugged, his smile never fading. “I just wanted to check on you. After all, it’s been ages since we last spoke without... blood being spilled.” His gaze flicked past me, into the house. “I hear you’ve got yourself the Red Moon Sacred Blood.”

You are the most infuriating woman in all of Westmere! Red Jack: [I'm bringing my war band to Ravenshire City right now. If you try to run again, I will personally drag you back to the Bloodfang Court in chains!] I chuckle softly, typing out my reply. Darcy Ellington: [Good. I need you to secure three war routes into the Redgrave Territory.] Red Jack: [Fuck! I knew it! You only call when you're ready to start a war!]

The "First Breach" was a sensory unweaving of the North’s foundations. As the "Abandoned Drafts"—the wolves made of "Redacted" static—poured through the black-and-gold door, the vibrant atmosphere of the "Unmapped" realm began to stutter. These were not the "Genesis Legion" or the "Mosaic" refugees. They were the "Scentless Echoes"—versions of the Blackwood and Thorne warriors who had been deleted during the Architects' various resets. They carried the "Ink" of their own cancellation like a terminal plague.

“Don’t worry, I’ll learn. How hard can Dreamweaving be?” I nodded. “Then there’s no problem.” I pushed open the heavy doors, leaving a room of silent, guilty faces behind me. Walking down the cold corridor, one thought brought a smile to my lips. He didn't know the Blood Moon Awakening was only ten days away. And that the elders would only accept me, with my First-born blood, to lead it.