Redeem Letter Novels & Stories

A tall guard wearing a dark tactical uniform stepped inside. However, he did not look like the usual cruel men Chandler sent to drag me out of bed. His face was young, and his eyes held a strange mix of pity and hesitation. "Good morning," the guard said quietly. He did not yell or call me names. "What do you want?" I asked, pulling my hands into my lap to hide the blood. "I am not here to take you to the basement," he explained quickly, holding up a small piece of folded paper. "I have a direct message from the Pack Seer. She reviewed the lunar charts last night. The official rejection ritual date is set for this coming Friday at midnight."

I step forward. “Say whatever you want to say to me,” I tell him. “You don’t look at her like that again.” He almost smiles. That almost is getting old. The woman on the center screen speaks over both of us. “Mr. Reed. Send the letter. Send every page. Right now.” Good. Keep the room there. On paper, in process, on things Vincent still fears. He glances at the screens. Then at the letter in his hand. Then back at me. “You think these people are your rescue?” he asks. “No,” I say. “I think they’re witnesses.” That lands.

Chapter 65 The letter read very plainly and concisely. "We accept your request, but under conditions." My tone no doubt conveyed the annoyance and disappointment, a slap to my expectations as I hurled the letter away, letting the air toy with its lightweight frame. "That's all?" Oh, I'm glad I'm not the only one who's disappointed. "Yes," I snapped, though not at Marcellan. The letter was sealed with the flag of MoonBlade, a dreadful shade of scarlet and sandy brown, along with their signature iron-forged raven stamp. One would think there was much to expect, but it was complete trash. This was all I had been nervous for?

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. My stomach twisted. “What is that?” “A contract,” he said simply. “Since you clearly don’t trust me, we’re making this official.” He scribbled something at the bottom of the paper, then slid it toward me along with the pen. I glanced at it. It was straightforward—two months of doing whatever he said, and at the end he would destroy the letter. I noticed his signature at the bottom. It was bold, with a sharp ‘S’ and a little unique curve on the ‘A’. Kind of hard to miss.

He's right but I can't back off now. "He's the right person, dad." I said and he nodded. "Well.. If that's your decision then.. I'm okay with it." My dad said as he patted my head. He took out something from his pocket and he put it in front of me. "What is it?" "Redent asked me to give this to you. I told him that I won't but.. I think you should read it." I gulped so hard looking at the letter. I think it was crunched into a ball before because it doesn't look like new. I took it from my dad and he kissed the top of my head before going out.

DAWN: "Who the hell is Russell Hondra?" he demands to know. I was tempted to move toward him and tell him to quit the bullshit but I stand my ground. If I want to get the truth out of him, I will have to do it the right way. "I believe I'm staring right at him," I say, maintaining the smirk I have on. "For goodness sake, I'm not Russell Hondra or whatever you think I am! My name is Leonard—" "Oh please," I cut him off, "who the hell gives himself such a name for a cover up?"

He had had a feeling from the moment the front desk woman had mentioned that eleven letters had been sent to the office, but only ten had been handed over to him. That missing letter had gnawed at him, and he had assumed it was misplaced somewhere between the front office and when he had retrieved the mails from Luciana that day. But now, sitting face-to-face with Omar, the puzzle pieces didn't fit. Why would the kid take the letter? It simply didn't make sense to Elijah. How and why could Omar have ended up with it? He ripped open the envelope and took out the letter that was inside. He opened it and quickly looked through the letter. It was indeed the invitation that Alpha Reed had sent.

I heaved a sigh from the embarrassment, slowly slapped my cheeks from what had happened. I looked at the last envelope in my hands. As I studied the receiver's details, I found out it was addressed to a Reaper named Doom—which only means I had sent the wrong letter. I am certainly doomed. Rule No. 1 – Letters should be sent to the correct receiver. Once a letter is given to the wrong entity, the Herald will be deranked. I was suddenly reminded of the first rule of Heraldship—and the most important one. I panicked and jumped again to the Reaper's room.

But first he had to deal with Orion. Just as he was about to leave the room, a messenger burst through the door, his face red and blotchy. He bowed deeply before holding out a sealed letter. “Alpha Ryder, this just arrived from the Red Moon Pack. It’s from Alpha Orion.” Ryder’s eyes narrowed to slits as he took the letter, his fingers crumpling up beneath it. Orion. He nodded silently at the messenger before striding towards his study.