Red Tara Novels & Stories

The serpentine hisses follow me, slithering along the cold floors, but I’m not afraid. Not really. Not until I turn a corner and hear something that makes my blood run cold. A wet, hungry sound. A breathless moan. At first, the darkness keeps me blind, but then something glints—a deep, unnatural red. My stomach twists. I step closer, and the shadows take shape. Valen. But he’s not alone. Tara is pressed against his chest, limp, her head tilted back in rapture. Her lips parted in a dazed, euphoric smile.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

And in one night, Hunter Blackwood had destroyed all of it. The bathroom door opened with a soft creak, releasing a cloud of steam into the already humid room. Tara emerged wearing one of the cheap terrycloth robes provided by the motel, her dark hair hanging in wet tangles around her shoulders. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her face blotchy and raw. She looked younger than her eighteen years, vulnerable in a way that made my protective instincts flare to life. "Feel better?" I asked gently, though we both knew the answer.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

"Get your aromatic pork! 60 dollars for an ounce! Once you taste it, you'll be back for life. I'll only cut the meat after you've paid. It's limited to two ounces per customer." With a subtly sweet scent, the meat was a vibrant, gorgeous red, slicked with an enticing, glossy finish. "Me! Cut mine for me first!" "There's a limit? I'll go get my wife!" … In less than half an hour, the meat was all gone, so I closed up the stall. Sitting in my room, I drank a cup of tea. Then I changed my clothes, picked up the iron hook, and headed to the backyard. Under the pale moonlight, the huge jar was dark red, bordering on black.

I asked the ghost after her emotional moment with Mimi, and she pointed something at the 4r-size picture in my hold. “Look at this faint human figure here, like a shadow near you. It’s me, Syd. Look at that closely. It's red! And I am wearing red. See? It’s me! The camera caught me as a ghost!” She said excitedly, and I did see what she meant. “Woah!” I let out in amazement, looking at it, as it’s truly amazing. It’s her, indeed.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

She found herself standing in the middle of the red forest again. The leaves from the trees were glowing in a deep red color, and the ground around her was covered with soft, dark moss. The air around her was stuffy, and the sky above was of an orange and gold color, with a large burning moon hanging and lighting up everything around her. Gabby looked around, her heart pounding faster. She could hear whispers again. This time, the voices were louder and clearer. “Come… Come...cooooome closer…” “Do you remember who you are…”

Tara nodded, "No one is perfect, so in 100% I'll give you 99%" Sherry smiled, she started liking Tara a little bit, "Why didn't you choose Vera as your role model?" Sherry asked, a little curious. Tara shook her head with disgust in her eyes, "She is a white lotus, i hate pretenders… She pretend to be humble and gentle but her venom is more dangerous than a snake" "Oh" Sherry smiled a little when she heard.

I tugged at her arm, but she pulled free of my grip, determination blazing in her eyes. “Mia, I need to do this. Stay here.” She crawled out, stood up, and without hesitation, fired at the men in black suits, taking them down one by one. Then, she turned her focus on the girl who wore the same face as Xanthe, her love. “Ruby, are you alright?” the girl with doe eyes asked, concern lining her features. Ruby? I froze. Why was she calling herself Ruby? I ducked, shielding my head, as the final shots rang out. Silence fell, and I hesitantly peeked around the table. Lifeless bodies were scattered across the floor.