Neon Red Romane & Geschichten

Empty. But on the floor just beyond the doorway was another letter. No footsteps. No sound of retreating. Just the wind and the letter, like it had been dropped from the sky. Hands shaking, she picked it up. This one had no name. Inside was just one line: > You waited too long. Elara’s breath caught. She looked outside. And for the first time, she saw the sky was no longer gray. It was red. A deep, unnatural red bleeding across the clouds like someone had spilled blood across the heavens. And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon.

I hummed, biting back a chuckle as I saw our destination, slowing down. “Seriously?” She asked, craning her neck as he stared out the window. “Come on” I said as the car slowed to a halt. She jumped down, leaving her things in the car. •••• “What's the thought process behind this?” She asked, chuckling as she ran her slender fingers along the walls. The walls were coated in neon lights in reds, blues and greens. Other than that, it was totally submerged in darkness. The neon lights blinked in sharp reds and electric blues, casting streaks of color across Scarlett’s face as she ran up to the claw machine. Her eyes lit up with childlike excitement.

Between her, Candido, and the rest of Full Moon, I couldn’t have asked for a better family, not even if we were related by blood. “Maybe we should go shopping before your birthday?” Claire asked. “Something in his favorite color?” I rolled my eyes. “Black?” Claire giggled. “Well, when you put it that way… Maybe red?” I shook my head, though as someone walked past me in the same shade of red as the fabric that had been found at Moon Shadow’s headquarters, I paused. “Claire… what is that shade of red called?” “There’s no official name, but we usually call it Moon Goddess red.” Claire chuckled. “Don’t ask me why red is the color and not silver or white. No one really knows.”

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

CHAPTER TWELVE She used a soft lipstick that added bare color and shine. It didn’t add authority or boldness or blatant sexuality. It didn’t turn her into any sort of femme fatale. She didn’t need that. The Wolf wouldn’t want that. Her stomach ached in ways that reminded her of Aleta in her womb, of the hollowness after she was birthed, of the barrenness of her soul now that she was dead. She felt something strange in her eyes. Not tears. No, a glitter. Something feral and dangerous. Her teeth pulled back from her lips in a snarl until she caught herself and coughed demurely. She pulled her sunglasses over her eyes to hide the predator’s shine.

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent

My second Luna ceremony is coming up, and it is up to me to plan this time. Luna Renee is sitting across from me, tapping her fingers impatiently on the desk, waiting for me to make a decision on colors for the upcoming ceremony. "Well," she says, watching me flip through the color swatches. "I already told you," I moan. "I want Red and Silver." "Those are very bold colors for a Luna Ceremony," she reminds me for the thousandth time. "I don't care," I groan. "I want those colors. Red is the official color of the Red Moon Pack, and silver matches my mark."

she deduced, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and caution. Ken nodded, his expression serious yet resolute. "Exactly. The red light is an indication that we are nearing our target, the devil we seek. It's a sign that we are on the right path," he elaborated, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. As they stood together, surrounded by the enigmatic glow of the den, Emilia couldn't help but feel a surge of determination coursing through her veins. The red beams of light symbolized the darkness they aimed to vanquish, the evil they sought to confront and overcome.

I ѕԛuіnt thrоugh the соmіng dаrknеѕѕ, рееrіng оut to ѕее whо іt is. I іmmеdіаtеlу duсk my hеаd back dоwn іn mу hands. It’ѕ Neon. She’s rіght thеrе! OMG! Anу ѕесоnd nоw, Jаѕоn is gоіng to walk back from thе where he іѕ, аnd роѕѕіblу gеt ѕееn. Thеrе’ѕ nothing I саn do, but hіdе mу face and sneak a рееk thrоugh my fingers.

They weren't green or black. They were burning red.