Book Hood Novels & Stories

his father spat and tossed back the rest of his drink. "Stay away from that girl," "Or what?" Garin challenged him. "Or it will be the end of her, you or both. The Red Hoods don't associate with shifters," he stalked from the room. Garin looked at the large book in front of him as if it were diseased. It appeared to be an encyclopedia of sorts. The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree.

The man in the black hoodie did not belong to the North. He didn't carry the scent of the pines or the iron of the mountain. He smelled of recycled air, stale coffee, and the electric ozone of a thousand glowing screens. His eyes were not sapphire or gold, but two solid, light-drinking pits of "Pure Ink." As he stood in the courtyard, the vibrant violet lilies beneath his sneakers didn't just wilt; they "Redacted," turning into grey rectangles of censored data.

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

Hugo apparently didn't care what was happening mentally as he scoffed “So what are you then? You were able to sneak into pack territory on the full moon and there's a rumor you were seen turning into a small black animal.” “What I am-” I began making sure to tread carefully, “-it doesn't matter.” My eyes fell on the back steps where a small group of young kids had gathered, “I'll do my best to help this pack.” My voice was trailing as my thoughts circled around those kids. My fists clenched turning back to Elias, “I don’t need you to find friends for me, and I really don’t need their acceptance.” “You don’t need it?” Hugo didn’t care I wasn’t talking to him, he still seemed to be taking it a

I sighed, then shrugged. “How are you holding up,” he asked after a long period of silence. “I got this hoodie,” I said feeling my heart skip a beat as I reached into my bag and pulled out the black material. “I keep it close to me, in case…” My words faded as my eyes welled up. Henry reached over and squeezed my hand. “You see I have this thing, where I can literally see someone from where ever they may be in the world by scent. Its how I knew that he kidnapped my aunt,” I explained.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

I was there, but I could do nothing other than watch her actions. It was a mystery, and the solution was the time. I shut my gaze to pray and begged for strength. God, give me enough strength to get out of it. Out of the blue, the lady got up, placing me on a wooden couch. I scanned the area and found myself in a village home. Structurally, it was a roof supported by walls with a door. A part separated the main entrance from the road, with a courtyard in front and a staircase. Looking through the side window, I saw kids playing and women gossiping about random stuff.

Each turn brought her closer to the answers she’d been chasing—buried pieces of her father’s past she could no longer ignore. The safe house was hidden beneath dense layers of ivy and towering cypress trees, an old stone structure with worn shutters and a half-collapsed awning. She shut off the car and stepped out, shrugging deeper into her hoodie, her gaze flicking to the surrounding trees, already instinctively mapping her exits.

He recognized it too. A howl pierced the sky. Zen. Thunder tore through the crimson clouds. Silhouettes emerged from the woods, sprinting toward Hezel’s gates. Hunters in radiant robes. Wolves as swift as the wind. The earth birthed poisonous ivy to scale the walls. Hezel was under siege again—but this time, for me. Rogues gasped as the city they thought they’d owned was stormed by those seeking to reclaim their Red Riding Hood. Then… he came. The air shifted. Cold. Still. I turned—barely breathing—until my eyes met his.

"Where are you staying now? You don't even have enough for a taxi, right? Need a lift?" Matthew sighed, telling Shirley to quit pretending to care. "I don't care if she walks or crawls back," he grumbled. Just then, a white Porsche SUV pulled up smoothly behind Matthew's car. Edwin stepped out and kindly opened the passenger door for me. He gave me a warm smile and asked if I had gotten the divorce papers sorted out. "All set? Hop in. I've got some organic honey and herbs, and my aunt's making some nice herbal tea back home," he said.