Book Hood Novels & Stories

Whatever the situation is, read the room first! “I’m from Jaxon. Here for pick up.” Aiden said simply. Those were the exact words Jaxon told him to say. “Yeah, he told me,” Hood replied as he ran his eyes on Aiden then Amira who had her hands wrapped around herself. Hood looked away from them and nodded at one of the men in the room. He walked into another room and walked out back with the bag. He dropped it on the table in front of Aiden and Amira before taking a few steps back. Hood picked up a table knife in front of him and threw it at the bag.

"A bunch of idiots! Just because you're brainless doesn't mean everyone is. Do you think I don't know what the Hoods are capable of? "The Hoods are nothing in my eyes." Henry's face was filled with disdain. Barry did not understand. How could someone who seemed so ordinary be so dismissive of the Hoods? Was he crazy or what? As Henry's gaze turned toward him, he was terrified. In the next moment, Henry said calmly, "Alright, it's your turn now, Young Master Hood."

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

time I don’t scream, I just stare, wondering if this was just a very realistic dream. Perhaps I am already dead and just didn’t know it and this was the afterlife. The creatures around me start shouting toward the sky, telling a shadow to come out and face them head-on. I try moving my legs but I can’t seem to put my weight on them. From the rooftop with cover from the glistening sun, a body drops down right on top of the one who had been hit in the shoulder and with a swift twist of the neck the creature no longer was crying out in pain. As if choreographed, the hooded figure launches from leaning over the dead one to pouncing onto the next closest, knocking him down hard. I watch the crea

Girl ran away after seeing herself getting saved, while the 2 men tried to punch that hoodie person, but before that only he took out a knife and stabbed those men one by one on their male parts. “If a girl is walking alone at night, it doesn’t mean that you will start thinking about her as your private property,” hoodie man said, and by saying that he stabbed them again, on which the whole alley echoed with their painful screams. Harry saw all this. He was happy after seeing that person helping the girl and then punishing those culprits. Harry thought to ask that person to join their Mafia, but he becomes shocked when the hoodie person turns around while removing his hood from his face.

Holding my breath, I pushed at the door with the tip of my pointer finger, widening it just the slightest bit. My heart began crashing against my rib cage the second I made sense of what I was seeing. Mike was in front of his desk standing right next to some guy wearing a black hoodie. My eyebrows squeezed as I realized Mike was actually pleading with the hooded guy, unshed tears making his eyes appear glossy. Before I even knew what was going on, the hooded guy had taken a gun out of the front pocket of his jeans and put a bullet through Mike's head. I squinted my eyes, trying to catch the last word Mike had managed to get out of his lips.

Like prey in a cage disguised as safety. I slipped on a hoodie, not bothering with shoes, and crept out of the room. The hallway yawned before me, long and dimly lit by a single emergency bulb hanging above. Shadows danced along the walls, the occasional draft causing the old wooden boards to groan beneath my weight. I tried to move silently, but this place wasn’t made for silence—it betrayed every step. When I reached the kitchen, I paused in the doorway. Adrian sat alone at the small table, a half-empty mug of coffee in one hand, a gun beside his other. He didn’t look surprised to see me.

Until I saw him - The man in the hood. My heart raced, my hand trembling beside me. My leg wouldn't move. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, making my breath hitch. "Boo!"

I later found out he did it all because he was bored, and the boy was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Swallowing thickly, my gaze moves to the guy standing next to him, Haeden. Although mellow compared to Stone, he is just as scary. He glares at me with hooded, red strained eyes. His blue irises glow in the sunlight, and if he had been any other person, I would think they looked beautiful. His blonde hair ruffles in the wind, revealing the scar along his left eyebrow. With one hand shoved into his grey hoodie, the other holds a rolled and lit joint. He is where Henry gets his drugs from. From shitty reggie to cocaine. I can only guess how a highschooler can get his hands on such hardco

Ahmet reached the end of the corridor and reached the great hall, which was filled with people wearing black hoodies and white masks, holding books in their hands and reciting things in an ancient language , the hood had a drawing of a circle with the six-pointed star of David on its back , a dark aura was coming out of them and their soul was being robbed of them , they were turning in a circle, and the center of the circle was a drawing of the same sex pointed star.