Turning Red Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It was clear that I didn’t belong here. Then I felt a strange sensation crawling through my chest—the same place where the Fang had pierced me the other day. At first, it was just a faint prickling, like tiny sparks flickering under my skin, but within seconds, it spread and twisted into something far worse. My chest burned as if molten metal were being poured straight into my veins. I couldn’t breathe. Every heartbeat sent another wave of agony tearing through me—sharp and relentless—as if the Fang were still there, alive and fighting, burrowing deeper, claiming me from the inside out. The color of my eyes instantly turned red; they burned from the inexplicable pain and discomfort pulling a

“Ok, you know how I’m a Phoenix wolf right?” “Yep. Way cool by the way.” He grins. “Well, the way it works is there can only be one of me at one time.” I look at him. He nods. “The cloning thing.” “Right.” I nod. “So, um. When I find my true love mate, changes will happen.” “What kind of changes? You don’t like grow two heads or anything.” He chuckles. I laugh. “No. Nothing like that.” I grab his hand and rub the top of it with my thumbs. “When I find my love, my hair will start to turn red.”

I scream again, feeling the trickle of blood, then followed by his tongue licking it. "You're mine, Haven. My mate, mine." He flips me around again, his hand wraps around my neck. The pleasure is too much, I bring my hands to his forearms and dig my nails into his skin until I drawl blood. He hisses and I feel him harden even more inside me. His thrusts become deeper, harder, faster. The pain brings him more pleasure just like it does to me, we are not so different after all.. Red trickles down his beautiful skin, it's so mesmerising. Now I get why Red is his favourite colour.

She just hadn’t known back then, too busy basking in the fantasy of marrying me. Gianna thought I was her love, the one she could count on. The joy and hope in those texts burned my eyes. Before I realized it, I was crying. Tears fell onto the screen. I tried to text her now. I wanted to tell her how much I loved her, how deeply regretful I was for the foolish plan I’d put in motion. How badly I wanted her back, so I could take her hand and make vows to her at our wedding. But as soon as I hit send, the message showed "blocked by receiver.”

Are they coded? Chin high, confidence forced, I walk through the red door. I need to find Rico. If I don’t, it might cost me my job. He’s a nightmare of a boss, but he’s very clear about what happens if I fail. The red room is suffocating. The light paints faces in demonic hues. Women shimmer, their skin painted gold, catching the glow like living statues. One meets my gaze. High cheekbones, brilliant eyes—stunning even under the harsh red lighting.

“I had all of my sheets switched to red satin after witnesses said fantasy.” My arousal spikes at the reminder of that fantasy that seems like so long ago. Levi’s eyes turn completely black, his arousal poking me in the thigh as flames begin to burn within his depths. “You’re looking a bit overdressed there Red.” He places light kisses on my neck, headed south towards my cleavage. “Let me help you with that.” The snap of his fingers and I lay beneath him completely naked, my dress thrown across the room.

Like she might speak. Dominic turned his head slow. Their eyes met. And whatever courage she had evaporated like holy water in a furnace. She followed Elena in silence. Her breath shallow. Her heart screaming. Her thighs trembling already from a fear her cunt didn’t understand. ~~ ~~The South Chamber~~ The room was red. Not pink. Not wine. Not burgundy. Red like the mouth of a wolf. Red like fresh cunt after the first time it tears. Red like the sheets used the night Dominic first made Isadora cry so hard she passed out.

His touch felt heavenly and I would be lying if I said I didn't like it. I sat up and helped him take his shirt off. He pulled away from my breast. I ran my hands down his chiselled chest. He was all man. " Don't tease me." He said, gripping my arms which were travelling down to his precious treasure. " I'm just exploring. Won't you allow me that?" I said with a smirk and the colour of his pupils suddenly changed to bloodshot red. The transformation did not scare me. I knew from experience that vampire's pupils turn red when they are overtaken by lust.

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

I challenged him. “Be my guest.” He motioned. He didn’t believe that I would reject him. He thought that the bond would keep me from rejecting him and hanging on to him. Little did he know that I am not that kinda female. I pushed him away from me, stood strong and proud, “I, Riley Seraphina RedFang, reject you Rylen Stone, as my mate, now and forever more.” As those words left my lips, my heart clenched and the air was sucked outta my lungs, Seraphina and I were able to quickly recover.