Turning Red Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

I was panting; it was quite obvious that I was about to pass out, but I fought against it. “That was actually the reason why the fences were painted red.” The Janelle beside me giggled. “Although it was indeed planned a long time ago that it should be that color. But because your opponents’ blood couldn’t be removed, they immediately brushed them.” The small me turned around to Janelle. And.. She was.. not herself. She kept on holding her head as she complained that it really hurt so bad. Then her eyes were crimson red. She is drooling, and she is staring at me for a moment until she suddenly attacks me. Fangs bared. Claws out.

Crimson. He came for me. Will he claim me? I’m sure he will. I hope he will. In my hazy and drugged state, my heat surges through me. Heating my body to a point where I crave the need to be touched, and to be satisfied. I see him fight his way to me. His cat - a deep shade of red with eyes that glow like demon dogs – mercilessly maims and kills until he stands above me hissing and snarling at the other males whose hands had touched me.

I picked my favourite book, Twisted Games and read a bit. As I read, the room door was swung open. “Please just leave me alone.” “Are you sure?” A different sounding female voice asked. She has a different accent than most of the girls in new York. I was intrigued so I looked up to see who it was. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She wore simple clothes really, but there was something about her that drew me to her. I stood to check her out properly. She paired seductive red lips with a leather jacket and flayed out school style mini skirt with boots. That is a dangerous combo. Innocent and deadly.

He'd gladly take phantom emotions with no discernible cause than feel as wretched as he did right now. It was late, he was tired and I needed to be on my game when they got to Red Fern. Red Fern was led by River's sister Andromeda, she was a very old wolf shifter almost a century old but their wolf metabolism slowed down their aging so she looked like sixty instead of her current age.

I will demand it later. She doesn't fight me and her breathing goes ragged. I glance up and see her head thrown back, her red hair splayed around her face. She has red hair down here, too. Somehow red isn't so bad anymore. I think I might even like it. I tease her flesh with my tongue and feel her body respond. This time she will not find her release until I am buried inside her, but I want her ready. Her head twists from side to side and her muscles tighten. "No," she cries out when I remove my mouth and travel up her body. I bite her flesh. Small nips really, because she tastes so good. She tries to twist away, but I have a good hold on her.

Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone. She’s moaning like she’s two seconds from cumming,Her hands roaming all over his chest, his ass and his thighs. It’s filthy. It’s loud. And I’m so wet I’m surprised my panties haven’t dissolved. Red’s shirtless now. Messy black hair falls into the kind of blue eyes that should be illegal The body underneath? Jesus. Every inch of his muscle is visible. Perfect abs and shoulders cut deep enough to lose my tongue in. I hate how perfe

The last thing I see before I fall is Stefan’s red eyes shifting to a serpent yellow. ***The Chapter After This Has A Sexual Assault Trigger Warning***

Blood and Void. Lucifer's eyes became crimson red, an indication that it was Lucan taking over, the pupils blown wide and red with hunger, as Lucan took the reins. His voice was a sinful rumble, smoke and temptation wrapping around Allistair like a hand around his throat, tightening just enough to make his pulse hammer with a mix of terror and lust.