Novel & Cerita Neon Red

Red energy waves beat like Physical whip strokes through the room and threw Raven hard against the wall. He left the air. When he snatched his head in the air, he saw the boy in the incubator threw the head in the neck. Its skin was black, titan-like sheds covered, which flashes over its entire body to be extended. The delicate facial features distorted themselves to the fragment of a nightmare. When the boy – or what was left of him – opened his eyes, there was no whiteness, no more iris. Only pure, burning, karmesin red light. The presence of

On the other side rest big machinery all of which have red stains on them. Thick black doors makes up the right side of the wall that continue down the hallway all made from a type of metal that makes it impossible for anyone to break in or out of it. The stench of blood, grime, and urine hang in the hair and I take a big gulp, trying to swallow the bile that is coming up. Adair is well in front of us, walking dauntlessly without even taking a second glance at any of the red stains on the walls. Nick’s mouth is set in a tight line and he continues to glance at me behind his shoulder to make sure I’m okay.

For the past centuries, Soles from either sides hadn't found the Vermilion yet. This Vermilion was the one power that could stop the other. This was the reason as to why the world had still been experiencing two opposing forces; light and dark, good and evil. Because no one had succeeded in finding the power source Vermilion yet. This was the reason why the Vermilion was so important to be found and be kept, especially by the Ibawnons, so as to maintain the balance of the world. For if the Malignobons would have it, nothing but darkness and chaos would surely be spread to the whole world.

She wanted to dive into the Goldstone promise of the neon life, where everything was more colorful and alive than anything she had ever experienced. The huge silver neon tongue was visible from half a mile away. A long queue of club-goers went all the way two blocks down. She was finally seeing what she could only imagine before. The more she has seen the city, the more she was mesmerized by how alive it was. Tommy parked the car out back and asked her to wait while he went inside. "Can't I go with you?" she asked. "I have to get an ID for you ... usually it'll take a day ... so tomorrow we'll go inside, Roy's not here, they'll never let you in without an ID," he said.

Instead, I followed, bare feet silent against stone, the Mark warm and awake beneath my skin. The elevator descended longer than any building should allow. The air changed as we went down cooler, heavier, metallic. By the time the doors opened, the smell hit me. Steel. Electricity. Old blood scrubbed too clean. The room wasn’t a dungeon. That was the worst part. It was circular. Smooth walls reinforced with something darker than concrete. Glass panels embedded with thin lines of light. Monitors. Restraints bolted into the floor unused, but ready. This wasn’t a place of punishment.

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.

Nico stepped out and rounded the car to stand beside him. Nero’s honey eyes swept the scene, and when they landed on the hunched figure hanging before him, his lips curved into the faintest, most dangerous of smirks. Before him , was one of his own men— stripped, gutted, and nailed to a wooden cross that was painted red in what looked and smelled an awful lot like blood. The cross was erected crudely by the roadside like a spectacle for all to see. The almost decapitated body swayed under the weight of death, the stench of blood— heavy, metallic, and impossible to ignore.

However, the next thing I saw nearly tore a scream from my chest. At the only escape route out of the warehouse, Senna was easing the fire door shut. She stood in a red dress against the glow of the flames and had a poised smile on her lips, as though she were admiring a piece of art she had arranged herself. "Senna!" My voice cracked. "Open the door!" She tilted her head and pressed a slender finger to her lips. "Shh..." With that, she closed the fire door, sealing us off from any way out.

DANTE Silently, I eased the door open and peered into the room, spotting one of Orlando's men meticulously arranging the space. It appeared he had been reduced to a servant, a mere houseboy in Orlando's empire. Taking aim at his heart, I squeezed the trigger, the sound of the gunshot punctuating the air. The man crumpled onto the bed, his lifeblood staining the pristine white sheets. One adversary eliminated, leaving six more to confront. Stepping further into the room, Matteo, Tom, and John followed closely behind me, ready for the imminent confrontation. With a subtle nod from me, they dispersed, each armed with the determination to eradicate those despicable men.

I extended my hand to him, and when he accepted mine, I intertwined our fingers, and together we headed to the small plaza. “Have you been to the marketplace, Red?” I asked curiously. He tilted his head and smiled. “All the time, but not as smelly as this one. In fact, ours is one of the best online marketplaces in the world.” “Ha! Ha!” I rolled my eyes. “Funny, Red!” Red sighed, probably changing his mind when we reached the fish and seafood section. I noticed his face turning pale, and I could see his Adam’s apple moving as he swallowed hard. I made a quick look at his bodyguard just in case my husband fainted seeing live catch.