Rojo Carmesí Capítulos Novels & Stories

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

My thoughts swirled faster than the Gravitron of burdens that had spun me. “Carmen.” His voice cracked like a whip behind me. I turned, and there he was. Romero. Standing half in shadow, half bathed in moonlight, with his jaw clenched and his eyes burning holes into me. His tux jacket was unbuttoned, his tie loosened like he’d torn it apart just to breathe. But there was no air in him now, only fire. He strode forward, fast, sharp, and unapologetic. “You think I didn’t see that?”

Carmen- or his wolf growled and that only sent a rush of my wetness down me. My cheeks flushed when he smelt them. I unconsciously shut my legs. His free hand moved down and parted them immediately. "Spread those legs and let me see what I do to you, baby. Let me see how much effect I have on you. Let me see that fresh little pussy." He growled, bopping his head down to my neck. "Fuck!" A low guttural groan escaped his lips and from the corner of my eyes, I see his eyes switched color to Red.

I sobbed quietly, watching as the damned beast rounded the car and slid behind the wheel. My hole was still throbbing from what we did last night, and he was about to take me again without giving me a chance to heal. Ilay had sworn to tear me apart until there was nothing left of me.

"Disculpe, ¿qué acaba de decir? Hermano, are you fucking with me?" I laughed. "When have I ever? My Queen and the four Princesses of Ruby Tears must come back unharmed. "You have my word. My people will sacrifice themselves before any harm comes to Ruby Tears. Let me know when this is going down, and I will have my people ready." "Thanks, Enrique." "It's nothing, Hermano."

Elias walked to a locked cabinet built into the wall. Using an old mechanical key instead of a digital passcode, he unlocked a narrow steel drawer. Inside rested several weathered journals. Paper. Actual paper. Older than most people living inside Zelios. He selected one carefully. The leather cover had almost completely faded. Across the front, barely visible beneath decades of wear, four handwritten words remained. Project Crimson hunger. Aldren's eyes narrowed. "I thought every copy was destroyed." "So did I." Elias gently opened the journal. Several pages had been torn out. Others were stained with dried blood. He turned slowly until one name appeared.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

He told to help myself to whatever book I may want to read and he took his seat behind his desk, writing away on a parchment with a quill pen. I schemed through ledgers of the books, reading titles that were written in languages I did not understand. All the books were red, except for a particular purple one. Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover.

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

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.