Tyler Turning Red Novels & Stories

Tyler snapped, his voice cutting through the silence like glass. His puffy eyes had become even redder. His angry face became more rigid. His veins were bulging from his forehead like a furious Rey Mysterio in the ring, about to strike. He wasn’t having it. He wasn’t okay with me still being in his car. And I could see he was taming himself, restraining the urge to use his hands on me. “Get the fuck out!!” he roared again. My heart dropped. This was a side of Tyler I had never seen before. Cold. Violent. Unrecognizable.

Brixlee joked, and Tyler returned the stare. "Well, If you must know, I have a date tonight, not like you would have a clue about that," Tyler replied in his typical sarcastic tone. "You're going on a date dressed in an overall red tuxedo? Dude! You look like you got hit by a tomato truck!" Brixlee retorted, laughing coyly. Tyler frowned, "I may look calm right now, but in my head I've killed you twenty times, in ten seconds, in twenty different ways."

Tyler took a bottle of Crimson Berry and said "I might as well just get some shots before she's back, this hotel is amazing, it's almost as if they know what most people like" Tyler took a glass of the wine, he felt fine and good about himself “This is the stuff" he said as he shouted towards where Xyla was “Babe I need you to cone and take this stuff, this wine tastes amazing" “Yeah, I know it's your favorite, you don't need to tell me" Xyla said sarcastically while taking her bath Shortly some minutes after seven in the night, Tyler went berserk, he became insane and confused. "Ahh! What the hell is happening to me?” Tyler yelled as he gripped his hair and began to roll on the floor.

In her memory, blurry yet clear images mingled chaotically in her mind. The car was moving a bit fast, but they had to follow the traffic rules. It came to a stop at a traffic light intersection. Tyler’s thick eyebrows remained furrowed. After stopping, Tyler sensed something off about Kennedy and turned to look at her. He noticed a faint trace of red on her lips.Tyler furrowed his brows and asked, "What's wrong?" There was no response. Kennedy's brows were tightly furrowed, her face pale, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her lips tightly pressed together, as if she hadn't heard him.

She teases and my cheeks heat up with a flush. "Hi," Tyler says awkwardly. "Uh... he's kinda shy," I tell her as she stares at him curiously. "Nonsense! Come here boy" She says, throwing her arms around Tyler as she engulfs him in a tight hug and I stifle a laugh, watching Tyler's shocked expression. If only eyes could pop out and roll on the floor then I bet his would already be rolling. Oh,he doesn't know what he's in for. As they finally pull away,Tyler looks like he's been stung by a bee as his face turns red in embarrassment but he doesn't say anything as he gives me an 'Are you for real' look which only makes me laugh.

The room felt like it was about to explode. Tyler, however… He slowly stepped back, just one step toward the door. He was trying to leave. I moved instantly blocking his path. "Where do you think you're going?" I stared up at him. For a second, fear crawled under my skin because I knew what he could become. I knew what he had done before. But I didn't move. His eyes flickered. The color shifted to dark… then deeper, then red. My heart slammed against my ribs. I took one small step back just in case.

The realization that his mesmerizing crimson eyes were not an inherent facet of his status as a Red Fang Pack member, but rather a result of contact lenses, reverberated through the corridors of my mind, leaving an indelible mark. Tyrel's words flowed forth, a melodic blend of jest and feigned solemnity, as he unravelled the tale of his "unique optical issues" with an air of mock seriousness. With every word, his voice dripped with a playful charm, embracing the delightful dance of whimsy and mischievousness. He elucidated how his trusted doctor had prescribed him these singular lenses, designed specifically to address his vision concerns. Yet, in a twist of fate, these remarkable ocular aid

Tyler staggered backwards falling to the ground with his hand by his side The sight of blood made he nauseous, he turned looking at the other men rejoicing. "Take him inside and let's clean up this mess" he ordered " No........ Let....... Go......" Tyler had his head bowed as he took deep breaths, he felt his blood rushing with great speed. "I told you, I'm not leaving without him" he said as his voice deepened into a roar…. he stood on his feet, his I eyes were glowing orange as the sun sets, his claws protruding from his finger.

, she asked, genuinely concerned. Tyler looked down at his hands and examined the new color they held. “Yeah”, he replied softly, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of their little moment, “I think so. I don’t know why... I mean, what is it…” “Just ignore it”, she answered, giving him a gentle pat on the leg. “Everything will be fine.” She smiled reassuringly, trying to reassure him in return. He didn't reply. Instead, he stared directly into her eyes for a few seconds, his pupils dilating slightly, a silent conversation passing between them. Eventually, he turned away from her gaze and looked at the burning fire before them.

“You know that’s my spot.” Tyler’s voice, a low rumble, sent an unbidden shiver down my spine as he murmured, “You know I can’t resist you when you wear something like this. Red is my favorite color.” “Oh, stop it,” the woman giggled as I mimicked a gag. That was the oldest line in the book. “You’re just saying that.” Tyler sat back to look at her. “I’m serious,” he replied, his tone earnest. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”