Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

That struck a nerve, and La Bruja's gaze turned even more venomous, staring at them with a burning hatred that even they couldn't understand anymore. "YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING CLEVER, DON'T YOU?! Well, why don't we even the odds a bit, shall we!?" She said, snapping her fingers, and that's when Mallow heard it. The roar of a dragon with wings as black as the starry night sky itself, and eyes that bled a crimson red, "AND YES, THIS IS A SKYRIM REFERENCE!!"

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

For little Miss Camy to have so much faith in me was… Well, I didn’t know how to handle it, so I found myself just staring at her as she went on about my fucking eye color. “They’re usually a lighter, golden brown. More of an orange-red-yellow really. Like a deep citrine. But now they’re just flat bullshit brown.” God, I didn’t know what to do with her intense scrutiny of my eyes either. It was causing this strange pressure to bloat in my chest, which was overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a fan. She needed to stop seeing so much of me.

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.