Tyberos The Red Wake Books Novels & Stories

The copper taste of betrayal on my tongue as the sky over Boston turned to ink. "She’s awake! Doctor, she’s opening her eyes!" The voice hit me like a physical blow. It was Lurii. But her voice was wrong, it was higher, thinner, vibrating with a youthful, frantic energy untouched by the years of bourbon and bitterness I’d heard on that rooftop. I blinked, my vision swimming through a haze of tears and the stinging glare of the overhead lights. As the shapes solidified, I saw them. Standing on either side of my bed were the two architects of my ruin. Marcus and Lurii.

Whoever did that to his daughter definitely knew Eyare, and if he knew him, then he obviously knew Eyare and I were friends. Did it have anything to do with the text messages I had been getting? I had totally ignored them, I mean, what was the point? Eyare and I were friends now and nothing was going to change that. I was going to have to wade into this situation, and fast too. Clearly, Red was shaken up about this whole thing and that meant the people weren't playing around, because he never got shaken up about any job. I felt like a giant web was being knit around all of us, tying us in. But I'd be damned if I got dragged into it. I needed to help Eyare uncover this whole mystery. There wa

His six-pack stomach and extremely well-proportioned figure are a temptation to ladies as an expensive bicycle to thieves. They travel into the heart of this immaculate forest, and a cabin surfaced. One could visualize a house in a forest as a background to this holy image. Christa’s father always wants a house in the woods, but Dean’s plan to build a forest cabin by the lake was just a pipe dream. "My lady, after you." Evan stops at the door and delegates a pose of welcome. "You haven’t lived till you’ve learned how to yodel at a tea dance in a mountain hut!" Christa steps inside the cabin, muttering to herself. Christa knew almost immediately that someone was inside the house. He was stand

As she made her way to the living room, she called back, “Let’s get to work” Tara followed obediently. She hadn’t noticed the large cloth sack Maggie carried until the old woman reached inside and pulled out a thick, leather bound book. Tara stretched forward to take a closer look. The book showed years of wear. The binding was worn thin and the pages were yellowed. At the end of a long black ribbon that was glued within the binding of the book was an octagon shaped crystal that measured one and one-half inches in length and one inch in diameter.

Jacob couldn't stop thinking about what Rogue warned him with. 'Banshee are already all the bad omen you need from the universe. Now you want to hunt them down to assert dominance over the situation? Petty little alpha.' 'The last thing I want is to see my own wolf go against me. Or, do you want that special treatment from me again?' Rogue went silent after Jacob's warning. The wolf never wanted to experience something anywhere close to that feeling. Jacob jumped his eyebrows in disbelief. He thought Rogue knew him better and wished nothing but his wellbeing. But the wolf was being too annoying.

It wasn't gold (the Mother), and it wasn't silver (the Guardians). It was Deep, Original Red. A message scrolled across Leo’s vision, bypassing all security. USER_ID: ARTHUR_VANCE_THORNE_001 STATUS: RE-AWAKENED. MESSAGE: "THANKS FOR THE LIFT, GRANDSON. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A BODY WITH THIS MUCH PROCESSING POWER."

“Let’s hide here, Xandrios. The Red Wolves are waiting in Whitehorse to get me.” He shook his head, and I gave him a look of surprise. “Alpha Achlys, Delta Maverick, and the team of Red Wolves chasing you are dead. Alpha Alexios has sent a troop of warriors to their hideout in the Brooks Range to arrest them. You have no reason to fear them anymore, Cerelia. They’ll never bother you again.”

"Met an amazing scientist, Ryan Sawyer. His team resurrected direwolves - agents of memory, ancient bloodlines. They told me a strange oracle…" Leo cut me off, his voice a snarl. "Leah, direwolves are dangerous. They'll lie to keep their bloodline alive." "I know," I shot back, steadying myself against the tremor in my gut. "That's why I need your help now. What exactly did you find out in the library at Redwood Mansion?" He spun around, his stare drilling into me, dark and heavy, like I'd just dragged a corpse into the room. "I didn't see anything," he said, flat and final. "I didn't find anything."

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Lucifer made an irritated face, "Fine, then I'm going to my room." He muttered and left as Red laughed at him while Mrs Grave watched them with a smile. They went to their room and since Mr and Mrs Grave is staying for the night, they have to share the room. Lucifer was sleeping peacefully but when the clock struck twelve, Red woke up Lucifer, overly enthusiastic. "Lucifer. Lucifer. Lucifer. Wake up!" Red said, waking him up. Lucifer groaned and yawned, "What is it?"