Redhood Novels & Stories

"Mr. Randall, Corbin just made a mistake. Please, let him off this once." The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Senna Harlow on her knees outside the Thornwell Group building. She had always been proud to a fault, yet here she was, willing to throw away her dignity for Corbin Pryce.

The crimson and gold steel of the high council vanguard plates did not look like a beacon of rescue in the thinning alpine fog; it looked like a fresh executioner’s block. The heavy, gold-embossed pauldron caught the weak, gray light of the dying storm, casting a metallic glint down the shattered face of the basalt ridge.

“Although, you have a sin that encourages her to carry out the punishment on your land. Legend has it that she was sealed up by a certain cardinal guardian. She gathers sorrows and despair like incense. Once the solar eclipse occurs, that is the black sun, she uses that strength to weaken the barrier seal to free herself known as black death, and until then the world is not a safe place. However, I have solutions to this trouble, it includes something that might interest you.” "What might that be?” asks King Gregory. "Children! Immortality! Power over all kingdoms!” exclaims the red-hooded man. “But there is a price to pay." "Leave us!" The king yells. Swiftly the guards and consorts within

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Abruptly, the starry night sky is no longer filled with song; it wis filled with the screams of men and women as Alpha Rivera leads his warriors from the trees down into the valley. The air is thick with panic and fear, and Alpha McGowen desperately tries to organise his warriors and mount a defence, but it was no use. Dozens of Redwood’s in both wolf and human form are taken down before they even know what hit them and the rest are slow to shift due to the alcohol.

His teeth clashing, he glanced at the hooded man and kept walking. He had had enough. The man kept doing whatever he wanted and if not for the seal that he had placed on her, would she be like this, where he had to watch his mate having her blood sucked right out before him. Every time the hooded man, let’s call him Red, drank from her, he felt like his heart was being torn into shreds. The man touched his wife and ate from her, something that no warm-blooded werewolf would accept from their mate.

He ran towards the bush that separated this camp from the outer slope, where Rhodia passed, he had to be very careful if he wanted to follow her… Rhodia is a werewolf, and the wolves could sense his presence through his voice or smell. Argo hid, he looked behind the bushes, Rhodia's figure walked up..up a small hill..towards the Asulpen area. Does she really want to see the situation there? Why does she want Randu so much? yes.. maybe Dame doesn't realize it... but Rhodia seemed to want Randu to get away from her husband's life.

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.

A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small part to Jane's wrath. Between the two women who had shared that bed, most would have agreed that Red was more dangerous . . . at least, they would've agreed until the previous night's fight. Red was a second-generation lycanthrope who could morph into a part-human, part-puma hybrid with incredible combat prowess. Jane was a Talent with living hair. It seemed like a silly Talent, until she used that hair to hurl a subway car at her enemies, then beat the attacking Hellspawn to death with their own limbs. Jane was still suffering from emotional issues, and she had taken th

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.