Book Hood Novels & Stories

The long-braided hair was settled behind her back, some of the dark curls making their way out of her hood. Letting herself afford the luxury of another relaxed breath, she finally prepared herself, ready to embark. It was just an errand…a simple errand through the forest where the spirits were told to be at great unrest and deeper you went, the more it became clear that there indeed was an ethereal pair of eyes watching your every step. Not a simple errand perhaps… Finally, her hide boots started moving, leaving impressionable prints in the snow. It was before noon. And she could come back on the right time. Waving the scarlet cloth that shielded her pale vermillion tunic, she finally set o

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

The last thing she heard was a smooth familiar voice yell; “Enough! She’s staying." data-p-id=7e9013ab2d2276816a3fc59976f040a9,Blood. More blood. Screaming. Blood. Screaming. Pain. Ghoul. Blood. Mum. Dad. Flesh. Human flesh. Blood. Ghoul. Pain. Dead. Both dead. Blood. Ghoul . . . Blaise.

Because just as I was finishing the last bite of my sandwich, I saw a man across the street, walking with a slight hunch, with a hoodie pulled low over his head. But the design on the back was a silver snake against the black color of the hoodie, curled with its head poised as if it was ready to strike. The same one described by Judge Mendez’s housekeeper. My heart stuttered and I dropped the sandwich, slapped a handful of bills onto the table and bolted for the door. The bell chimed again as I pushed through it, my eyes locked on the hoodie slipping into the alley. Maybe all the hell I’d been dragged through was about to make sense.

Nothing could go wrong today, he thought to himself. He checked his watch for the umpteenth time that day, from the corner of his eye he saw a man crossing the street in a very big hoodie. There was a shotgun on his other hand slightly concealed from Adrian. Although the man had the hoodie cap over his head, he got a glimpse of the man’s face when he looked in his direction. It was a familiar face. It took him a couple of minutes. “Mason. Mason Blackwood! He had a grudge against Henry...”

The old man pushes the young boy in the cupboard. Man: "Don't come out!" The boy confused to what is happening but still he just nodded back. The door of the cupboard shut close as the footsteps of someone coming closer could be heard. The boy peaked from the cupboard and saw a tall person with black outfit and black boots. He rose his hand with black gloves holding on a gun. The boy panicked at the view in front of his eyes. The hood man pointing the gun at the boys father.

There are always spiders and creepy things in garages and I was barefoot. After I found the keys I stayed on the floor feeling around for the box. The hard cold cement was scraping my knees and I was feeling more and more frustrated as I felt around. A few minutes later I felt a metal box. It had a strange latch and I imagined a box like the ones that the army uses for bullets. I reached inside and felt what must have been my hood. I gripped the hood in my teeth as best I could before dropping the keys back in the box. The clang, when they struck the bottom told me I made the mark- a small victory. Feeling for the bumper of the car, I supported myself and stood up. The hood was made of wool

He was eagerly looking towards her, urging with his eyes that she get up and follow the group back into the library. Katalea stood, it was time to see what all the fuss was about. They stood in a circle around Luca, who donned medical gloves that stopped at the elbow. He reached into the glass case that housed the book and before he could attempt to open the book, the front page fell open, revealing an ornate depiction of an old robbed man with a staff. He had a long gray beard, braided down his chest, and weather-beaten skin hidden mostly beneath his tattered and layered robe. His blue eyes leapt off the page imploring the reader to inquire further. Or perhaps run away. Katalea wasn’t

Minnow pulled the hoody off her head, got out of the car, and walked into the small coffee shop. The owner was refilling baked goods into the glass cabinet display as she entered the door and set off a small metal bell above the door. "Good morning Miss." The friendly owner grinned when he heard the bell. The man was short and stocky and wore a grey apron over his round belly. He had a bushy beard, and his rounded cheeks wobbled when he spoke. "Good morning." Minnow chimed back. "Could I please have a Cappuccino to go?"

I picked up the letter and read the gibberish the best I could. “aperi hoc buxum,” I whispered. The box started heating up and I dropped it. It accidentally hit my left foot. It was so painful I fell on the floor. The box shimmered even more and it started ascending three feet in the air. I crawled away from it to the corner of my room. I watched it go two feet higher and get brighter. I closed my eyes, thinking it’s going to blow up. Eventually, I heard a loud thump. I opened my eyes and the box is on the floor. I got up and approached it slowly. The box was open. I dipped my hand in and reached for the content of the box. It looked like a gem, a red gem.