Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

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.

She didn't care. The young couple settled on the outskirts of the small village and lived in relative peace. A baby was born, a strong boy, and Vina and Sren named him Nio. But their happiness was short-lived. When Nio was five, his mother died of the red plague. The red plague was a peculiar disease that appeared soon after the discovery of magic. It only affected those who had the spark, and was often fatal. There was no cure and all Sren could do was alleviate her pain and watch his beautiful wife wither before his eyes.

" 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

Guiding her ball of moonlight into the doorway. “Holy shit!” Trent exclaimed, striding inside. My Luna and Andrew followed him. When Zoey and I made it to the doorway, we were met with walls of books. From the scent of them, they were very old. Brianna pulled a large tome from a shelf; she sniffed it, making a face, like she wanted to drop the book immediately. Instead, she gritted her teeth and opened it, her eyes roving over the pages. My guess, as Wyatt Fontenot’s mate, she could have only become a beast like him, or a wolf, at the least. Much of the magic of a rougarou was kept secret within their packs. Rumors had it, they could see and sense more than an average wolf; I had heard stori

she walks past me and I take her scent in, I can't figure out what it is but by the God's it is tantalizing, I will sleep out in the rain if this woman asks me to and she's got a damn nice ass too, can't wait to cab it. She bends over giving us a full view of it and opens the box "come and take a look " we all move over as sh steps out of the way and inside there is a woman, she's pretty and her eyes scream help me "cut the shit Jablesse show your true self" the beauty fades and blood red eyes and sharp teeth are now looking at me and she moved which exposes her hoof, I step back and look at her " what is this?" " a La Jablesse, a creature of the night that lures men to their doom, a member

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.

MORANO I stepped into the room with my blood boiling, ready to rip the truth out of her throat. I had the file in my hand and a massacre on my mind. But the second the door swung shut, the air changed. She stood there in that red sheer robe, a vision of silk and sin. My anger didn't just fade; it evaporated. Her hair was a waterfall of fire against her pale skin, and those ocean-blue eyes looked deep enough to drown in.