Reder X Novels & Stories

DANTE As Xavier and I discussed the plan, his optimism was palpable. He readily agreed to take care of the individuals responsible for inspecting the jet. I didn't bother asking him for specifics because if he had managed to eliminate the guards around Anna's cell, I had faith that he would handle this task as well. Xavier instructed us to be prepared tonight since Orlando's departure was scheduled for the morning. He emphasized the importance of our presence at the designated location, ready to execute our mission. A portion of my team had already departed for California to ensure the safety of Anna and Xavier's family, while the remaining members would confront Orlando's men at the airport

he argued. "You did! You did what you could. You admitted your fault to my father. And eventually got rid of the enemy. You accepted what you did wrong and that's what matters. I'm here with you. I promise I'll take away your pain. I promise I'll be your redemption." Lily spoke with determination, answering his previous questions, while still patting him gently.

I pick the book up from the ground, "Now you shut the doodle oven, and will you please shut that front door of yours before anyone hears you." "I wince as I sit back down the chair, my stomach still stings from where the book hit me. "You are one weird chick. Now give me that book please." I push the book back to him and he opens it to the page of Alpha Reddoxs' family tree. Lines connect to each other, and each name held on a little bit information about them. "Alpha Reddox is a disgrace to the Peredon" Even the description of himself was foul, what poor child he is before.

Others broke and ran, their chants of witch fading into the trees. When it was over, the meadow was a graveyard. Bodies lay everywhere, hunter and wolf alike, the grass painted red. The river carried blood downstream, the water dark and sluggish. I stood frozen, unable to breathe, unable to move. My hands were still tight around the herbs, though they were crushed and useless now. Edward strode back to me, his chest heaving, his face streaked with blood that wasn’t all his own. His eyes locked on me, sharp and unyielding.

I shoved him away with disgust and said coldly, “If I’d known you’d bring me this much trouble, I should’ve let you freeze to death in the rain that night!” His body jolted violently. He stared at me in shock as though I was a stranger he had never known. His lips trembled, eyes glistening with unshed tears he had to force back down. After a few failed attempts, he finally choked out, “Nadine, do you really hate me that much? So much that… you would rather see me dead?” I knew if I showed even a flicker of pity, he would never stop chasing me. So, I kept my face cold. “Yes. To me, you’re nothing but a mangy dog, annoying and pathetic.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Stanley pointed to the items at the foot of the bed and asked, "What are these things?" When Camila heard that we weren't here to arrest Martin, she finally stood up. Wiping away her tears, she replied through sobs, "These are gifts we sent to Dr. Garrison as thanks." Aidan rushed forward and grabbed her by the arms. "You're lying! Wilder didn't save Martin, so what are you thanking him for?" Camila shot him a look full of hatred, the same kind I had seen from Scarlett in the ward.

Coren lifted his hands, stepping forward, lips already shaping a blessing—or a curse. He didn’t get to finish. A bullet took him in the chest. The sound was obscene. His body jerked, then crumpled, red blooming over his front like a grotesque flower. For a moment he just stared down at the spreading stain, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. “Oh,” he said softly. Then he fell. People screamed in earnest now. Mother Elara pulled me back, trying to push me behind her, but the circle of men was already closing. The air reeked of gunpowder and fear. Someone grabbed my arm in the chaos; I yanked away without thinking, nails scratching skin, and stumbled against the altar.

CHAPTER SEVEN Part of Aleta’s favorite red hoodie turned up in some bramble outside of the city. It was cut, shredded, and stained. Animals had been gnawing and tearing at it, pulling it apart thread by thread by thread with their canines and incisors and grinding molars. From what they recovered of Aleta’s body, she had also been gnawed and ripped, but the animals pulling her apart had been a different sort. Angry Marie made a decision, then, and the impact of that decision would way heavy in her soul for the rest of her life. But seeing as her soul was pretty much tattered beyond recognition anyway, it didn’t seem like that much of a leap.