Run On Red นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

I hiss at her. I fling her away from me, refusing to move, even though I know that she’ll be up and at me in a matter of seconds. Never back down from an enemy. It’s what I learned at the side of the Red One. And so I won’t back down, even in the face of a torturess of Hell. Predictably, the second that I release Megeara, she’s up and streaking towards me with a clawed hand. “ENOUGH!”

“But something in you keeps pretending to be one.” “Careful,” I said. Her gaze didn’t waver. “Maybe that’s why it burned you.” I didn’t think. I crossed the space between us in two steps and grabbed her wrist — not hard, but enough to make her eyes flash. The Mark on her shoulder flared bright, searing red. A sharp, invisible pulse burst between us. Lights flickered. The power cut for half a second. Every system in the house screamed static through the walls — alarms flickering on, sensors tripping, cameras freezing.

Reina curled herself in a ball,the wind blowing fiercely on her skin as she hugged her knees "What am I gonna do ?"she shut her eyes closed,the cold clothing her "Miss cocky" Red grimaced. She lifted her head to look at him "W...w..w..what are...y... you doing here??" she's freezing "Let's go already "Red said gently with his eyes displaying deep affection. His car already parked in front of the house "N....n... no way!" she rebuffed "Really now? Okay. Your funeral "he shrugged and walked back to his car.

The red indicator light is no longer flickering. It burns a solid, unblinking crimson. It isn't just watching me anymore. It's transmitting.

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

The room feels suffocating, as if her presence left behind something poisonous. Then, finally, I reach for my phone. I type a message, my fingers steady, my decision already made. “Add Mirabel Jones to the red page.” I know exactly what that means. Red is blood. Red is death. And Mirabel just stepped onto dangerous ground.

Red is the name of my wolf. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡. 𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡 𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝. Red said again and right now, It won't wait.

I tell Carla to pour some more water in the glass and she does so. Ten. Nine. Eight. I sip the water as I look at Troy with a smirk and he rolls his eyes. At five, I place the glass on the table and start walking towards the couch. The record starts before I'm there and so I start talking as I walk to the couch where Patty is. "Welcome back everyone to the Red Flags show where unveil red flags in relationships and uncover cheating partners." I start looking directly at the camera before Troy says through my earpiece to turn to camera four. The one on my left side.

The alarms did not sound like warnings anymore. They sounded like judgment. A deep resonance horn echoed across Nightfall territory—once, then again—then abruptly cut off as if the sound itself had been silenced mid-breath. Above the chamber corridor, every Council rune embedded in the stone flashed red. Not silver. Not blue. Red. A sanctioned protocol color. Execution authority. Varis stiffened immediately. Lucien noticed it instantly. “What is that?” Varis didn’t answer. His eyes had gone distant—fixed on something only he seemed to understand.