Redhood Novels & Stories

The tidal wave of shock was quickly followed by anger before a maelstrom of confusion, grief, disbelief and rage cut through the pack bond like a punch to the chest. Chloe felt like the air had been knocked from her lungs and it took everything she had not to be dragged down by the riptide. Hecate’s hold on their body released like a rope snapping under pressure and Chloe was quick to take the reins and shift into her human form. She ignored the biting wind on her naked flesh as her blue eyes focusing on the scene below them. Around her, wolves shifted into humans as everyone let Emily’s words sink in.

Cutting your red string means you won't be able to feel your mate's essence even if your mate is close. Once your string is broken you will feel unbearable pain. It's like half of you has been ripped apart. You will feel empty and lifeless. Then I suddenly remember what happened three years ago in the woods of Assura. The unbearable pain I felt that night was so sudden. But it's impossible. There is no way I am destined with an unnatural being, especially a werewolf. A human destined to be with a werewolf is very rare and it is almost impossible. I snapped with my thoughts when I felt a sudden pain in my forehead. I gave Landon a sharp gaze when I realized he just flicked my forehead.

Yet another reason he wasn't interested in having a luxury resort anywhere near the town of McFall. He set his mouth in a firm line and stalked toward the SUV. The driver's door opened, and a shiny black high-heeled pump emerged, followed by a shapely calf. Surprised, Hunter stopped, watching as a petite redhead stepped out of the car. Her hair was done up in one of those fancy, efficient updos with a few loose wisps around her face, which was obscured by large designer sunglasses. Hunter's eyes zeroed in on sensuously shaped ruby-red lips.

Dante's expression fell immediately when he saw a red laser light dot appear on Rose's forehead. She was obviously not aware of what was happening. As a reflex, he snaked his arm through her waist and pulled her away from the spot to his chest. Almost that instant a bullet went off and Rose screamed at the sudden fire. She was surprised at what just happened and looked baffled seeing the bullet that was now stuck in the middle of the same wall she was standing in front of, not seconds ago.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

The off-white gown she wore switches to red crimson and her face now partly covered with a hood. Her lips were red, her nails red and there was nothing that that didn't have a touch of red except her skin. He narrowed his eyes at her as he seems quite confused. Why couldn't she tell it to this face? He could see these soldiers had created hues in their palms and he could tell they weren't just ordinary wolves but hybrid. "Can't you see Evander, I'm just perfect in these things, do you think I'd let you go after the humiliation?" Her voice screeches at him as he growl at her.

Joanna was worried about losing her wealthy boyfriend, so every day she changed her tricks. One day, Jeffrey had a hangover and had just returned home when he received a call from Joanna. The woman on the other end of the phone had a gentle voice, just as he liked it in the past. "Jeffrey, something happened in the rose garden." Jeffrey became sober at once. "What happened?" Joanna paused for a moment, trying to be mysterious. "I saw the roses growing green leaves, are they going to bloom?" Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there.

My instincts told me I was too late, that all I would end up doing was to discover a body, a body with fang holes on the neck, maybe a little earlier than the police, but too late to make a difference. ‘’A red hood and pyjamas.’’ I had the bouncer say and all I thought of was how hungry this one might be, how this vampire might not even have the patience to be careful. Good. When vampires got careless, they were even more easy to kill.

They turned. Rhea stood there, her head lowered. Her hair hung wild over her face, hands trembling. Slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes glowed crimson. Not violet. Not purple. Pure, consuming red. Alder’s voice broke in a whisper. “Oh gods… he’s inside her.” Rhea—no, Khaenat—smiled. The Crimson Vessel had awakened. ---

Red energy waves beat like Physical whip strokes through the room and threw Raven hard against the wall. He left the air. When he snatched his head in the air, he saw the boy in the incubator threw the head in the neck. Its skin was black, titan-like sheds covered, which flashes over its entire body to be extended. The delicate facial features distorted themselves to the fragment of a nightmare. When the boy – or what was left of him – opened his eyes, there was no whiteness, no more iris. Only pure, burning, karmesin red light. The presence of