The Red Sleeve Novels & Stories

He reached out to pull my sleeve. "Don't touch me." I dodged sideways coldly. Because the movement was too large, and the washed-out scrub suit on me was a bit loose, the collar suddenly slipped to one side. *Hiss—* The fabric rubbed against my skin. On my right shoulder blade, which should have been smooth, a hideous, terrifying dark red scar was revealed. It was a winding, twisted burn mark, like an ugly centipede coiled on my fair skin, shocking to the eye.

Hе wаѕ ѕtunnіng аѕ uѕuаl, drеѕѕеd in a tіght red аnd black checked ѕhіrt, whісh fіt ѕnuglу across hіѕ perfect, hаrd сhеѕt. His sleeves wеrе rolled uр еmрhаѕіѕіng his impressive biceps оut оn show, аnd оf course dіѕрlауіng hіѕ bеаutіful tаttоо ѕlееvе. His black jеаnѕ сlung tо hіѕ lоng, muѕсulаr lеgѕ, and hіѕ оutfіt was соmрlеtеd wіth hіѕ аll too fаmіlіаr Cоnvеrѕе.

Only this time, Red Sleeve had caught the blade of his weapon with her bare hands with blood dripping down from where the edges of the Sword had bit deep. "My very existence transcends beyond the circles of influence and authority of the Three Domains and Samsara! Not even the Nether Emperor can kill me, nevermind one as puny as you!" Red Sleeve screeched venomously in return. Her other hand thrust forward and lanced through Xiao Chen's heart with blood gushing out like a geyser through his back. Xiao Chen groaned. He drew back the Sword and drove it forward with all his might, impaling Red Sleeve through her heart as well, and both the Undead and the Undying spat a mouthful of blood.

On cue, men with weapons, with the same tattoos emerged from the shadows. My eyes widened when I realized what their tattoos means. It's an arrow and a sword depicted together with a gothic letter R in the middle. These men are rebels! "The master will love this. Let's bring them to our hideout. Take them to the wagon," one of the rebels ordered. "NO!" I shrieked and elbowed the man who was holding me on my left arm. He lost his grip on me as he fell to his knees. He was clutching his stomach while grunting in pain. I shifted my haze to Ayla and I saw how she tried to free herself from the men. She succeeded which made the rebels frantic and furious.

“Yes, it was.” I had almost finished my drink when a door to our left opened. A thin and relatively short man walked out followed by a much bigger one. I noticed how the short one wore eyeliner, and his robe was red and flowy. His front was completely bare, except for his private area. He wore boxers. I arched a brow at Felix. He nodded, then called his name. “Red.” Red snapped his head in Felix’s direction and then rolled his dark eyes. “Really, I don’t want to see you. In fact, you’re the last person I want to see right now, Felix Russell.”

It is hard to pick just one and after much deliberation, I finally chose a red sleeveless A-line dress. “That’s a great choice, the color looks really good on you,” the saleslady says with a big smile. “Absolutely! You look gorgeous in it,” Mary Alice exclaims. “And it is kind of cute that you chose Leopold’s favorite color.” “Oh... I guess I did,” I say realizing she is right, I didn’t notice it before, red is his favorite color. “You guys are such a cute couple... I am so glad you found each other,” Mary Alice says as the saleslady gets my dress ready.

Jangling can be heard as she maneuvers it and then reveals a harness that she had been wearing, full of a multitude of weaponry that is both impressive and scary. As she puts it down, a glint flashes in my direction and the shine is so bright, it can only mean one thing, her blades are made of silver. Silas allows his nails to elongate into claws, and crouches down ready to attack, Red simply stares back at him, still wearing her cloak. "You may remove your cloak if you wish, Red." "Thank you, Alpha Hades, but I prefer to keep it on. My identity must remain unknown, and I hope that you will respect that."

At least Dad warned me about the big, swanky Christmas party he’ll be holding in a couple of weeks. I wonder if he’ll think red is a good color. It’s a festive red, deep, almost burgundy. Not like a stop sign or anything. It’s cut straight across my chest, exposing my shoulders, but with long sleeves and a full-length skirt. I can’t imagine he would raise any objections.

And from now until the moment I take my last breath I'll remember this day forever. You look gorgeous in white. Tonight~ Red immediately took off his coat. When Red suddenly put it on Chelsea, she was speechless. Red whispered in Chelsea's ear, "I know you're cold, but the show is almost over, so just wear it for now," which made Chelsea shiver to her core.

Still, that shield was as vulnerable as if it was made of paper under Dalton’s incoming sword. A muffled sound rang off! The man’s shield was shattered into pieces. The clothes on his body exploded, revealing the upper half of his body. A ping-pong ball-sized Red Moon tattoo on the man’s chest was revealed, and the pattern was too dazzling not to be seen.