Redawn Novelas e Histórias

Banners snapped in the sudden wind. And then I saw it. The shadow. Huge. Black as midnight. A wolf unlike any other tore through the mist, its eyes glowing blood-red. Its fur shimmered with runes that burned across its body like fire carved into flesh. Recognition ripped through me. My knees nearly buckled. Draven. Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack. The same monster who had killed Riven. His howl split the air, deep and guttural, carrying with it the promise of blood. Wolves answered

Ryland The dawn breaks cold and brittle, the sky streaked with ash from the smoldering ruins of the elders’ fortress. You stand at the edge of the Bloodfang clearing, the dagger’s weight heavy on your hip, its silver flames dormant but pulsing like a second heartbeat. Around you, the pack moves in exhausted silence—warriors binding wounds, mothers hushing whimpers, children clutching charred toys salvaged from the rubble. The air tastes of iron and regret.

At the end of the discussion and the official welcoming of the Iron Wood Pack to the Blood Dawn Pack—their name as hair-raising as it is—we have received and drank from the cup of wine thanks to the High Priestess and Oracle of the Blood Dawn Pack, her reddish gold hair like strings of ruby under the sun, that we finally are a Blood Dawn Pack members. Another addition to the ever-growing territory of Alpha Cain.

I asked desperately. "Dark Forest." "Why... Why would you do that?" I asked, my blood boiling with rage. "I'll get them for you. I know I've been the worst. I should finally let you go," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. I stood there, confused. Did he just say he was going to get them and let us go? He pulled out a unique red gem, its appearance inexplicably captivating. "I can bring them out with this," he said.

With the newly made charm necklace around my neck and the pendant tugged under my tunic, we headed out to town. Saraya was so excited she portaled us to the hem of the woods leading into Daekrahm in the North-central lands. The North-central lands are basically the land of clan rejects Werewolves who have gone rogue, the undead – nocturnal creatures of the night, banished dwarves, witches and generations of demigods with no magical talents who are now plain stray humans.

Savage rotated on his heel and strode down the dirt road inspecting his nails and whistling cheerfully as his men vanished into the trees with all the Nightway goods and a portion of Danbury’s personal property. *** Winters Haven, Blue Lark Guild in Dread HIdeout “It’s been a busy night.” Adrea commented. Wiping the counter with a rag. “You’ve been back here all night. Your feet and back have to be aching.” She nodded toward Dimurah. “It means good coin to exchange for ale, wine and meat to keep us going.” Dimurah responded. Sliding a gruff looking man, a brimming tankard. “Joe’s well into his cups again.” Adrea tossed her dark head toward him leaning against the wall near the counter.

"Your reports have been reviewed and we are pleased with your progress. As soon as the storm clears, we will send in reinforcements to assist with relocating those women and children who would like to leave the pack." "And what about the former Alpha and his men?" The laptop screen flickered as the vampire on the other side shifted in her seat. A sharp black eyebrow lifted upwards over unearthly green eyes that resembled a serpent with blood red lip set themselves into a hard line.

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

Adam said. I don't know why, but I'm feeling disappointed , that Alexander is rejecting others to not talk about me. I pushed aside the disappointment and told Adam to approach me if there are any offers or any advertisement. Adam agreed while nodding his head sincerely. "It's high time, so I'm going home Adam thanks for the company " I said and left the Hall. I went outside the mansion, walking towards the main gate, it's tends to rain, cool air started to breeze in an erratic way, thunders are roaring, trees are more swinging with this strong wind power.

Draven had to leave out on a business trip only telling me his son's would return home in a week or so. I sigh aloud as I look at the clock on my bedside table. 4:00am. I guess I might as well get the day started, I say to myself as I get out of bed. I walk to the double glass doors that lead to the private balcony that connects mine and Nicolae's room. I slide open the door and step outside. I breathe in the crisp autumn night air as I take in the view of the Draven's garden. The manor is full of twists and turns and even after being shown around I still don't dare to explore on my own.