Robaire Turning Red Novels & Stories

Andrei and Lucas couldn't help but stare at Sabrina's transformation, which was originally brown-haired, gradually turned into a bright red color, when the girl looked up to fight the burning feeling in her chest, they could see her eyebrows which were originally dark color also turned orange. A puff of white smoke enveloped Sabrina's naked body. Sabrina was then screaming as if she was enduring pain and not long after, there was an explosion of energy from the woman's body which turned into a blaze.

Once I had brushed my teeth, I grabbed the white robe hung behind the door and slipped it on. The way Robert looks at me, sometimes brings an unrestrained sense of embarrassment. His eyes piercing, almost pervert like, as if a lion locking in its prey. His deep aroused greeting was not amiss, and his eyes never stopped looking at me as if I was an offering for him to seize. I blushed. I blush a lot around Robert to be honest. Unwarranted for. Obviously.

At the moment of its completion, a lightning bolt struck the blade, searing it with its current dark red hue. When it tasted blood, the saber would turn a deep, glistening crimson, living up to its fearsome name. Howard grunted, taking the saber with a stern look on his face.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

"Lorraine? It’s been forty-five minutes. Are you okay in there?" I gasp, realization hitting me. I’ve been in here forever. Even the bar of his soap in my hand has reduced significantly thanks to my washing and re-washing. "Yes! I'm fine! I'm coming out!" I rinse the lather off frantically, finally keeping the soap. I grab his robe from the back of the door. It is quite heavy, charcoal-grey cotton, and it swallows me whole. The hem drags very close to the floor, and the front won't stay closed. Most of my cleavage is exposed, the fabric dipping dangerously low as I tie the belt as tight as it will go.

Then I faced Rob who in turn, had an inquisitive look on his face. "From a man's perspective, you think this is good?" He seemed surprised that I had asked him that. He scratched the back of his head with his free hand "Well, it looks good but if you are asking if Boss would love it, I'll just tell you that even if it's rag you wear, he'll still find you appealing" He expressed with a shrug, like it was a matter of fact. Somehow I didn't doubt it. "Let's change this red one to black and we are good to go" I told Mia, who immediately placed the red one back to where she had picked it. I moved closer and picked a black one which seemed to appeal to me most.

"This will do the trick." It's deep cherry red.

She had a bad feeling about this. Given Rory’s character, he would be enraged if she did not bring the A117 reagent back to him. If he was enraged… Mable shivered. It was not a consequence she could bear. That said, she could not give up using the A117 reagent to cure Blair either. She looked at the A117 reagent on the table, caught in a dilemma. … Meanwhile. On Linders Range, the sun was blazing. A man in a robe stood on the balcony of an ancient castle with his hands on the railing. He looked at the rising sun in the distance.

The next moment, blood began gushing out from the opening on the vine. In fact, all the leaves on the vine seemed to be trembling in fear. It was almost as if they could feel pain. Waltz had long turned out the torch function on her phone. After shining the torch on the vine, she was stunned. “Why is the vine’s sap red? It smells terrible too.” Alex Rockefeller looked at her. “It’s blood. Human blood.” “What?” Waltz was dumbfounded. Her eyes became wide open in disbelief. Alex’s eyes turned dark as a wave of anger rose in his heart. “Waltz, do not touch these vines with your hands. Stand behind me. I will make way. If I’m not mistaken, there are quite a few women in there. Perhaps…”

I looked down at the obvious stain and pouted, "First time wearing it, seven hundred pounds down the drain." "Seven hundred, for that? It's just a T-shirt, like is it bulletproof or something?" I lifted my eyes and shot him a glare. He's really got some nerve, some very hot nerve. The bartender came back and handed him a glass and a handful of napkins. Without asking for my permission, Mr. beautiful leaned in toward me, the heavy scent of his musky cologne consumed me into a whirlwind, and I sucked into a stuttering breath. "You want the stain out?" He asked, a perfect eyebrow raising.