Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

'Mother said you can have as much as you want. "Right," Latina muttered and opened her mouth, eyeing her target. She sank her fangs on Sebastian's neck. Eventually, the colors faded, leaving the distinct shades of red, fighting each other for dominance until a scarlet sphere appeared, and, within a second, it burst, bathing Latina in red.

Maria smiled thinly. My blood rustled. The words sounded a threat to me "because you speak like this, I can't help but feel curiosity. What do you mean?" I asked firmly. Maria corrects her seat. "I can tell you about Kayla. She was the woman who was the target of the pack. His iris is different. I mean, his left eye is blue, and his right eye is blood red, but this is precisely what attracts him. Her skin was pale white with long, straight blonde hair that was knee-length. Ohh, this hair makes every girl in the pack jealous because when her hair is exposed to the sun, it glows like gold. Many people thought she was Luna, but all that has been answered now," Maria enthusiastically shared

She let out a menacing growl. “And what…pray tell…would that be?” She asked in a cold voice. “The one named Elleanna…” The rouge said. Rose took over causing her eyes to glow purple and gold swirls. “Well, that ain’t gonna happen.” She said in a now icy cold voice. A mist formed around the rouges as her skin showed the purple and gold swirls that were also glowing now. The rouges let out growls and went to lunge forward, but they fell dead as the mist entered into their noses and burned up their hearts and lungs.

something red She shrieks in horror at what it says as deja CU hits her all over again, it drips down the mirror like blood “I will Avenge My Brother”

monster child" played in my head a billion times. Nico sighed. "Under every other full moon, I transformed. The beast within awoke, clawing its way out, tearing me apart from the inside." He shuddered, his hands clenched into fists. "But not under the Red Moon. It was as if the crimson glow held the beast at bay, a silent guardian." He looked at me, his eyes filled with a haunted light. "My mother…saw it too. The Red Moon, she called it, my protector, my lifeline. And so, she named me Luna Rossa, the child of the Crimson Moon."

Bargained Ruby, like offering milk for a cup of coffee. Rodrigo's heart ached when he heard that, this woman had been through something very hard and sad. Rodrigo shook his head. “I won't tie you up with anything, I can control your wolf… I am 100 percent sure. Give me the name. " Asked Rodrigo very sure. "The name is Rossane." When Ruby said that name, the next second her eyes turned completely white… Rodrigo stood on alert. Preparing for the worst.

" You know what it is?" I just looked at his dazzling eyes, I don't know what it was for. " What's with red strings?" He tied it first to his pinky fingers after he tied it to himself, he got mine and he started to tie it. " It is the Red​ String of Fate, if we die soon. You and I will meet again in our next life" He beamed a smile and I just got teary eyed. After Articus kissed me, someone's force opened the door. We heard a crash downstairs and I started to tighten my hug to Articus. We tried to don't make any noise but we heard the footsteps it's going upstairs.

Someone in the crowd removed the woolen cap he had on his head and he saw long and straight, raven dark hair spilled out of the cap, cascading down, almost to his waist "It's a girl!?' He didn't know he spoke his thoughts out too loudly, making a boy beside him answer loudly and laughed at the shocked look on his face "Hell yeah, she is! Corazon is crazy, that one!" "Corazon?" He repeated the name to himself. "Yeah, she's crazy alright... And very beautiful too" He said the last part of the sentence inside his heart

If she could just find a way out…. A loud click. She spun. The door behind her creaked open. Not the hallway door. The panel behind the bookcase. A man stepped through the narrow passageway, dark curls damp with sweat, a gun in one hand, blood on the other. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, open down to the middle of his chest, smeared with soot. But it was his eyes, those ice-blue eyes that rooted her to the floor. Alonso.

The sound it made was soft but final, the sound of business turning into blood. “Read this,” Don Sebastian said, his tone dropping into command. Nikolai and Vera exchanged a glance before opening the folder. They scanned the pages carefully, every clause, every condition. It was a pact dressed as a contract: ten years of loyalty to La Mano Roja. In return, protection, resources, and access to networks no Russian alliance could match. It also solidified the partnership between their factions, the Bratva remnants led by Nikolai, and Don Sebastian’s empire in Mexico. Together, they would rise, stronger and untouchable.