Redawn Novels & Stories

"What? Caleb isn't dead?" Serena grabbed Ethan's sleeve. "Stop losing it and come with me!" "I'm not leaving! I need to stay. I still have a chance to make this right." "You've lost it. Fine. If you won't go, I will." But before he could take a step, Ethan looked down slowly. A knife was buried in his chest. "Wh-Why?" "Because you deserve to die. If it weren't for you, I never would have lost him. And now this is my chance to make things right. If I kill you, he'll forgive me."

I blushed at his words. "There's also something at the back. I added my own touch to it." He held my hand holding the necklace, and he slowly turned the necklace pendant over, and there I saw the word 'MINE.' Clawed boldly at the back. "You're not only my full moon, Amara Lively, you're also mine, my human mate," Connor said.

The Ravenwood forest air was thick with the energy of dawn. In the early hours, mist hung low over the forest, curling around the towering evergreens and whispering through the ancient pines that marked the boundaries of the Ravenwood Pack. This forest wasn’t just territory; it was legacy, history woven with the sacrifices of her ancestors that Serena Ravenwood would one day inherit, and she walked through it now as if sensing her destiny beneath her feet, each step steady, certain.

“So do I, Cecil Schaffer, co-Alpha of Red Dawn, accept you, Violet Windsor as my mate and Luna...” “And I, Adrian Schaffer, co-Alpha of Red Dawn, accept you, Violet Windsor as my mate and Luna…” They hadn’t rejected me then, I didn’t know why they were saying this to me and I didn’t want to care but I did. I couldn’t help it at all.

“With this happening, I also doubt Red Dawn is the only pack that wants to knock you off your pedestal. They’re already gathering allies. If they get more, this territory won’t save you.” “Who are their allies?” Alpha Jonathan was watching him with a steady gaze. “We only know of two right now; Wild Shore and Grey Stone.” A scoff came from a Silver Moon warrior opposite him. “Why would Red Dawn ally themselves with Grey Stone. Their pack isn’t even a generation old yet.” Michael met the eyes of the wolf, holding them with the authority of his higher rank until they looked down.

Dantley would not let Erlyn go, and would not allow anyone in the mortal world or the immortal world to enjoy and possess Erlyn other than Dantley himself. Because from the very beginning, Erlyn Gristin was Dantley Swiftclaw's mic. The property of the alpha, and leader of the great Redmoon Pack. No one was more famous than Dantley in the immortal world, and in the mortal world, Dantley was Marteen and no one did not know him throughout the world as the leader of the weapons company that possessed the most advanced technology in the international arena. "Tell me Alpha, I've never seen this place, is this place the castle that Alpha repaired? Where are the other servants, ah where are also the

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

What's the story here? "There's some travel between your realm and this one, so some of your technology has leaked over and been altered to function here," Finn remarked after a brief pause. "I am from the Realm of Red, which is a realm of pure magic. Staff and the supernatural. As a result, the sword." Finn glanced in the direction of the howls. "Things are far more complicated between my realm and this one. And we should get moving before a pack scout catches sight of us."

Chapter 101: Which Room? VOLUME 3: RANSOMING REDEMPTION Maggie Flynn smiled to herself as she watched the falling snow through the large bay window of the Red Lion Inn. "This is gonna be good," he'd said. While she waited at their table, Bobby had gone to check them in for their overnight stay.

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."