Redhead Twilight Novels & Stories

I can tell by the smell that the room was thoroughly cleaned only a few hours ago so I decide to take my chances and sit completely down, crossing my legs as I attempt to make myself look less intimidating. “What do you know about me? About Alpha Dr. Black of the Crimson Dawn pack?” He shakes his head again. “You’ve never heard of me?” I try again. He shakes his head again. He’s relaxed enough to no longer huddle against the wall but he’s yet to come near me. “What about Alpha Redmen? I know he’s your alpha but do you know if he’s also a doctor?” I take my chances in scaring him in the hopes that the comparison might help relax him again. He shakes his head again.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

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Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

He grins, standing taller as he takes me in. Then he whistles, and a moment later three men find their way to the clearing. The first is a blazing redhead with piercing green eyes, his buddy has raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark eyes, his physique is the only one I’m concerning myself with as he looks closer to my size and the look in his eyes is one of murder.

Magic tore the air open like a blade through silk. Two shadows peeled themselves from the corners of the cave. Witches. Women, yes, but not wholly. One draped in the shimmer of twilight, her skin the color of mist and mourning, her eyes like coals drowned in snow. The other swathed in moonlight, her dark hair veiling eyes rimmed in silver, her lips stained crimson with something too old to be wine. "Grandson," the twilight witch said, tilting her head toward me, her voice like a lullaby sharpened to a knife's edge. "So this is the beast broken by a blade."

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

My white bedroom is now blood red. Hazel walks into my den, sits on the edge of the bed. She is still recovering from the chaotic scenario of my room, knowing she is a clean freak. She can never sit in this room for more than a few seconds. “The gala-night?” she takes a big bite of her ice cream. “I thought you were staying home tonight.” My eyes roam all the dresses that are laying on my bed, sofa, even some in my closet, I never knew I own this much red stuff, if I didn’t ask for his favorite color I would have never known, half of my closet has a red splash.

A man's Silhouette. I couldn't make out the face; at first, he just stood there watching me, and then he started moving closer as I struggled to stand. He was holding something like a knife, I wanted to speak, but I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and then everything turned black. I just hoped I didn't wake up in heaven.

The car stopped in front of me, and I covered my eyes with shaking hands. From the driver's side appeared a tall, powerful figure. His chiselled features, so much like Eric's, made my heart skip a beat. But it wasn't Eric, I realised as he got closer. This stranger had a muscular frame, broad shoulders, and stood around 6'2". His thick lashes framed his piercing blue eyes, which gleamed in the twilight. Robust face structure with a defined jawline highlighted his rugged attractiveness. His face was framed by finely dishevelled dark hair. A faint smile softened his features as he approached. "Alex," I said as realisation set in. He was the first son of the illustrious Wilson family and Eric's