Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

“She said papa and mama isn’t coming back.” “How many times do you want me to tell you…!?” Restia yelled. “Papa and mama is never coming back…!” “NO!!!” Ruby reacted, almost instantly. “PAPA AND MAMA WILL BE HERE SOON!!!” Ruby took only a second to reach Restia— which then she extended her fingernails on her right hand, and clawed on Restia, where Restia blocks it with her right arm. “……Ngh…!” Ruby`s eyes changed— like that of a cat hunting its prey.

If Ruby didn't remember that Tita would be back with her food, she would leave right then and there. "Your hand is bruised." Pedro suddenly reached for Ruby's hand on the table. Ruby was too late to dodge because she didn't expect a man she barely knew for ten minutes to dare touch her. "Here." Pedro held Ruby's hand firmly as she tried to pull away, then pointed to the bruise on her wrist. Eduardo's grip was excessively firm. Ruby's skin wasn't very fair—more towards a light brown. She herself barely noticed the bruise. If Pedro noticed, it meant he had been observing her body since earlier. Ruby felt sick again.

Percy The redhead sitting next to me had smooth skin but it was not silky. I shook my head to block memories as I slid my hand further up her skirt. Only one girl had had silky skin so soft it was almost unreal. Only one girl had innocence in her eyes and yet had full lush curves. There was only one girl I was ever going to love and the vampires took her away from me the day they also killed my little brother, sucking the very life out of them and leaving their corpse behind for the police who had no clue -- but I knew death by vampire when I saw one and that was the day I became one of the most viscious vampire slayers in America.

The painted face has run in long, dark tears down the porcelain. I reach out, unable not to, and brush a finger over its brow. The surface flakes away under my touch, leaving a smudge on my glove. It feels sacrilegious to move it, but more so to leave it here, unmarked. I set the thing gently back on its stones and stand, bracing myself on a charred beam as I rise. A sound behind me: boots squelching, measured, heavy with intent. I pivot, my hand moving by habit toward the dagger at my hip, though I know the royal livery well. Sir Darius stands at the edge of the ruin, careful not to step closer without my leave.

In her hand was abracelet with a jewel snake on it. “What is it?” Amarok asks, a bit puzzled that Rudina would spendso much time looking for a common bracelet. “The next puzzle piece to my plan.” Rudina's smirk is as sinister asever, albeit a bit more creepy this time. “A bracelet?” Amarok asks, the confusion very evident in his voice. Rudina frowns and walks up to him. It takes everything in his powerfor him not to take a step back. She is way to close for comfort.

There was no fight in us. She held on to Scarlett's sweater and murmured some things while holding the crystal. She continued until her eyes turned a dull white colour. No glow; her iris just disappeared. "Magic, pleasure, pain, deception, rage, lust, longing, tears, desire, confidence, courage, Midnight, Alpha!" she said, her eyes turning to normal. She gasped and dropped the sweater, trying to catch her breath. "What is it ?" I asked her, and she looked at me.

The faint blue glow from my eyes brightened the room a little bit, but just enough for me to see the fear on her face, as she almost tripped on a chair behind her while getting away from me. I stood still, completely still just staring at her. Funny I could see very clearly despite my eyes being freaky. "Oh my God!!" My scared friend screamed again, and covered her mouth with shaky hands. "Ella.. you..your eyes are blue!" "How on Earth are your eyes blue Rosella? Your fvcking eyes are glowing... HOW??" Ray screamed again I really needed to get her to lower her voice a little. "I.....I don't know Ray ok? I woke up like this. I don't know how, don't know what's happening to me Ray"

I sniffed the air and realized what the smell was, or should I say, the smells. They were Reds. We started running in the direction of the smell. When we got close enough, I saw a girl of my age crying on the floor. She had blood on her face and body, from what I could see, she was seriously bruised. There were about fifteen wolves surrounding her and tracking her as if she were their prey. Edmond instantly tore his clothes and turned into his big black wolf.

She said, and I took a deeper breath than I should have, forcing myself to calm down at the sight of the menace who stood in front of me. I looked at her wrists. The bruises were fresh. Rope marks, and whoever had tied her had wanted to hurt her, not restrain her. “Who did that?” Her eyes flicked down for half a second. “Does it matter?” “Yes.” “Why?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Because every mark on her skin made my wolf want blood. Because the bond was already turning insult into offense, offense into threat, and threat into death. Because if I stayed in this room any longer I would do something I could not undo.