Redawn Novels & Stories

At the NightCrawler Pack, Dane stood in frustration. Not only has he lost his pack, but he has also lost the last Hawthorne. A pureblood blessed one. His aura reek menace and everyone who came close instinctively drew away, not wanting to get caught by in the Alpha's wrath. “Why did you let them take her, Father. You know what a great loss that is,” Dawson snapped, stomping towards his father.

DANTE Silently, I eased the door open and peered into the room, spotting one of Orlando's men meticulously arranging the space. It appeared he had been reduced to a servant, a mere houseboy in Orlando's empire. Taking aim at his heart, I squeezed the trigger, the sound of the gunshot punctuating the air. The man crumpled onto the bed, his lifeblood staining the pristine white sheets. One adversary eliminated, leaving six more to confront. Stepping further into the room, Matteo, Tom, and John followed closely behind me, ready for the imminent confrontation. With a subtle nod from me, they dispersed, each armed with the determination to eradicate those despicable men.

“Speak, Draven.” “Our men have successfully made it into Radna and are already in place. With your orders, we will go on with the plan.” The Lord's lips curled up into a smile. “Brilliant! I want you guys to be back before dawn tomorrow with my price.” “Yes, Sir!” Draven stated by turning on his heels. Ha! Radna wouldn't know what hit them. The Lord thought while raising his fingers. “You...” he pointed at a petite redhead lady with an evil grin. “Come here.”

And she links my arm with hers as we head out. The man that I want to see the most right now is Adair. Entering the room where we got our measurements done my breath hitches in my throat as I take in Adair. Holy shit. Cut to precision, his tux is exquisitely made not shying away from showing off his muscular body and broad shoulders. The completly black colored tuxedo with a blood red colored tie screams lethal and not to be messed with. On the breast pocket of his blazer fits a blood red handkerchief with a sword pin, and to complete his look he holds a Roman styled black mask that alludes power and prestige.

She went directly to the meat store, at the sight of the freshly cut meat and their blood made her gulp. Dawn turned over to calm herself down. She knows that this is not the right place to starve like a werewolf. Once she finally calms herself, she quickly buys meat and she was ready to get out of the market when she saw the apple tall store where their first encounter happened. Unconsciously, she found herself walking towards it, her eyes never leaving the red apples. Putting the plastic bags of the goods she earlier brought on the side, she picks apples. She even smells it before putting it in the bag that the vendor gave to her, and she made sure that all of the apples she’ll buy are all

Said Amara joining their hands together. After a few days. It had been some days after that incident and Amara life was going perfectly fine as she describes it. She would clean the house and prepare breakfast early morning and reach school on time and after school she would Go to work. Her working schedules were just perfect. She would work till 3pm to 7pm and reach home just before her parents arrive. She was hiding the fact that she worked from her parents. She was happy at what life was giving her but only one thing... one thing was there Troubling her every single day. "THE ROSE" Yes the rose. Every single day Amara would receive a Yellow rose and a note that said "SORRY -Adrian" inside

I am Vorlag the Architect. I hate this place. I hate the dust that coats my boots. I hate the silence that isn’t really silence, but a held breath before violence. “He’s late,” Hollis whispers from the shadows behind me. “He is an Alpha,” I say, staring out at the darkening scrubland. “And a Redmaw one at that. He does not operate by clocks, Hollis. He operates by hunger.” I check the position of the moon. It is a sliver of bone in a black sky.

Some were hopeful, some were angry, and most were just tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Dawn’s emissary arrived at noon. A tall wolf with silver scars down his left arm and a crest Luna didn’t recognize. He didn’t bow. His posture said he thought bowing was for wolves who’d already lost. “River Claw acknowledges Red Fang’s return,” he said, voice flat and practiced. “On one condition.” Luna leaned forward on the stone seat she still wasn’t used to calling a throne. It was cold even through the fur-lined cloak. “Which is?”

Not wanting to taste it again, I set it down on the table. I glanced quickly at the ugly sweater guy, and he looked deflated. He looked defeated, like something he'd been waiting for just passed him by, or like his favourite show got cancelled, halfway through the season. He ran a hand through his red hair as his friends patted his shoulders with the aim of comfort. Sorry, chief, you missed your chance.

Draven said, proud of his mate’s bravery. “I'll take the second eye when I see that bastard,” Draven declared, waiting for midnight to strike, as they sneaked in through a tunnel Tarin had sniffed out. Draven was merciless in his attacks, his claws striking and breaking each wolf guard. neck he encountered. The Red Dawn received no mercy, for he viewed them as threats who had harmed Myra. The three males launched stealthy attacks as they reached the west wing of the Red Dawn's fort, entering the alpha's room, where they heard echoes from an adjoining room that was filled with steam.