Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

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

Anslem, Rubian Capital 2030 General Barron sat in his study, staring into space as he was plagued by disturbing thoughts. Barron was starting to regret sending his only daughter to Silvera just so she could become queen. Barron knew his daughter was very beautiful and he loved her dearly. Hazel's beauty was beyond the beauty of the Rubians and if she didn't have brown eyes and hair, he would've believed that she was either a silver blood or a blue blood. He snorted to himself, he was being totally ridiculous. She was his daughter and as far as he could tell, he was a red- blood.

~ Willow ~ I was lost in this feeling. Nothing in the world mattered but he and I. Shock, surprise, unexpected, all these words couldn’t explain what I felt in this moment. Brax is my fated mate. I looked at him. Hand in hand we were floating. The force of our flame was strong enough that our feet hovered just over the ground. We were covered in a beautiful royal purple flame. The combination of his blue and my deep red. His strong features looked exaggerated, and I didn’t think it was possible for him to become even more handsome, but here he was. Piercing blue eyes left no question as to how much this man loves me. Our love is so strong that our two gods blessed a Lycan and a dragon with a

"It will guide you and show you the right path. Each color holds a meaning—sometimes danger, sometimes good, and sometimes something in between." Curiosity and anticipation mingled within me as I clutched the transforming stick, its hues now settled on a vibrant shade of pink. I listened intently, eager to unravel the secrets concealed within its mystical nature. Clarissa's voice resonated with clarity as she delved into the significance of each color. "When conducting a thorough search, if your Calanmiara displays the color blue, it signifies that there is no danger present," she explained. "However, if it shows yellow, it means the person you encounter is lying. A red hue suggests that som

Juliette tried calling Rubina instead and after trying repeatedly, Rubina finally answered. "Yes... What do you want, Juliette?" Rubina's tone sounded so indifferent and irritated. "Is Anna with you? Please let me talk to her" Juliette requested, she had to convince Anna to come back. And for the sake of her mom, she had to make Anna accept that engagement at any cost. Rubina and Anna were like two bodies with one soul, they were best friends from childhood and Juliette was sure Anna would be with Rubina if not in her gallery. But the answer Juliette got was disappointing.

I’d failed them. Then a new voice cut through, sharp and young, laced with a Brooklyn accent thick as plantains: “Yo, get your hands off my tia!” A figure burst from the alley’s shadows—a girl, maybe seventeen, Puerto Rican like us, her braids flying, a machete in one hand, a glowing tablet in the other. Her eyes were Javier’s eyes, brown and fierce, her jaw set like Elena’s. She slashed the river, the machete sparking, severing a tendril. Ichor sprayed, hissing. “I’m Rosa Vasquez,” she spat, “Javier’s niece, Sofia’s sobrina. You want the family? You go through me.”

Their eyes changes color. Alexandra's eyes will turn red when she is hungry and totally black when she is angry. Brianna eyes flashess from reddish brown to gold depending of the intense of her emotion ,she snarl and baby fangs appeared in her complete set of pearly whites.. Mira avoided their eyes flashing to a different hues just to tell them apart. She tried to discovered ways to tell them apart.

Emmanuelle feared that the rumor had spread among the families and that they were now looking for Bianca. Emmanuelle gritted her teeth. So, the De La Tour family had entered the race to get Bianca. But the reason was absolutely ridiculous. Bianca's blood had no special properties, and Emmanuelle was confident of this since she had previously asked to have a blood sample analyzed by the vampire laboratories. She sighed and tried to stand before Harry but was unsuccessful. The young Red Moon Alpha moved on instinct to keep her Mate out of reach of potential threats.

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

"Your Majesty...shall I give the anaesthesia. It will need to be stitched." He says taking out the supplies required from his bag ,when I show him my hand. "No need. Begin with the stitches directly." In us werewolves wounds heal themselves,but this was not the case. The rogue used wolfsbane coated silver knife and it took much longer to heal. He begins with the stitches , and I stay still.....no sign of pain on my face. The only things I could see were those dark beautiful emotionless eyes of mate. The orbs of my Vera.