The Red War Novels & Stories

His voice was calm, steady, the voice of command turned toward creation instead of war. Grayson straightened. “All accounted for, Alpha.” Warren gave a small nod. “Then we begin.” He stood at the head of the table, looking at each of us in turn. For a moment, he said nothing. The silence stretched, but it was not uncomfortable. It felt deliberate, like the pause before a promise. “When we fought at the ridge,” he said finally, “we did not fight for power. We fought to survive. But survival is not enough anymore. It is time to decide what Red Moon becomes now that the war is behind us.”

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

Due to tighter restrictions from the Kingdom, it had become harder to harvest some tubers at the border lines. Some pack members hastily opted for war and Scott liked the suggestion. Walt liked it more. The dark dynasty had called a full blown war but it seemed the werewolves were the only ones not reacting while being the worst hit. “The Prince has dark magic, his mother as well. I don’t know how powerful it is. He has a lot of soldiers as well. We’d need reinforcements” Alpha Red debunked the idea while acting like he didn’t debunk it. “The Red Mountains. They have to be another way to get to them” Jackson snapped his fingers.

He walked back to bed, leaving me alone with the glow of the screen and the taste of victory sitting on my tongue. The next morning, I wore red. Red meant war. I met Cole and Jasper in a small warehouse on the edge of town. We used the place for deals before. Dirty ones. Today, it was for something bigger. “She’s rattled,” I said, pacing in front of them. “But not broken. We need to press harder.” Cole leaned against a crate, arms crossed. “We almost had her last night.” “Almost isn’t good enough,” I snapped. “She had backup,” Jasper added. “That guy, Xavier. He’s always around now.”

They took the oracle to the deepest part of the village where the rebels lived, to give him time to concentrate on divining the future that awaited them. "You must prepare for war, it is inevitable. Blood corrupts the enemy, so you must watch your necks if you want to win," that's all the oracle says, who was in the middle of what looked like a ritual. "Blood? Neck? Maybe we'll have to face vampires after all, this looks very bad," Marcus says. "I don't know, but we won't be afraid to face the people who want to harm us, so let's arm ourselves with courage and eradicate evil from the world. And if we need to go to war to achieve that, so be it," says Lyra optimistically.

It mattered because Rayven had intercepted chatter about a possible extraction and warned me, in the language of men who have seen the world burn, that if I didn’t resolve this before sunrise, it would be resolved for me. But most of all, it mattered because her father and mine were locked in a game of chess that had been running so long the board was more blood than wood. And she was the piece no one could afford to lose. It mattered because her father and mine had been killing each other's people for decades now. What started with knives in alleys moved to boardrooms and bank accounts. Sometimes years passed without blood. But the bodies always returned, and both our fathers' fingerprints

, He explained to us. "What?. I've never heard that term used in my lifetime." Mackline spoke and my blood chilled. "Code Red" was legend, a call that overruled every other obligation, every grudge, every punishment. It meant something threatened not just a single pack, but the entire werewolf nation. "You're not going alone," I heard myself say before my brain caught up with my mouth. Raymond's eyes narrowed. "I'm not bringing you into a war room full of hostile Alphas." He groaned.

Alex mounted up from his chair, picked his stuff like car keys, mobile, etc. “Henry, let’s go to Roselyn Lunatic Asylum.” Henry also stood up with a wide grin on his face. Though they are not sure for what Rose visits Roselyn lunatic Asylum they are sure they will get the answer to the most important question of their life ‘why is Red Rose?’ over there. Alex drove up at its fastest speed. This Red Rose case and this question ‘who is a red rose?’ made their life hell for many months. This case is not less than any maze the more they are trying to come out the more they are wandering deep inside.

Bash seems to be swiping his long claws at the monstrous werewolves and killing them off effortlessly. Alpha Zerdan is aiding the wolf-witches and even though he looks like he is getting exhausted, his moves ensure kills. The wolf-witches are looking overwrought needing to knock down more than two werewolves at a time but they keep on keeping. The red wolves, known for their combat skills and lethal bites, look like they’re getting overwhelmed having to face multiple werewolves. But I’m highly impressed that they’re not falling back. Hard to believe that just over a month ago, we were fighting against the red wolves, now, we are in combat alongside each other. Gunner and I are bushed, but we

Flames flickered in the distance, and the ground trembled beneath the weight of approaching warriors. "They’re here," Lemuel said, his voice grim. Raven had arrived—with his warriors, ready for battle. The war in the Red Moon Pack had begun.