Novel & Cerita Bruja Roja

Suddenly my eyes locked with a symbol on the walls of the hut. A red lion head in a cycle. No this can’t be, i have been captured. But how? I don’t remember a thing. The last thing I remember was.. I couldn’t remember. It hurts when I try to. “Is the red haired beta still alive?” “Yes Brago, she still alive. A fierce one but she couldn’t fight against us,” “Good Niago, she will make a fine sex slave. It such a shame she is not an omega, to carry my babies”

This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it. I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.

It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind. The woman was in awe. She then glanced at the animals that surrounded her. In an instant, her jaw dropped, witnessing the unusual features of every animal. One had four eyes, while others had flowers growing from their antlers. The critters on the woman’s lap moved, softly bumping their scarlet nose against her. Their gem-like eyes widened as their irises dilated in excitement. The woman responded to them, carefully caressing their faces. As she bowed down to meet the critters’ gaze, strands of her hair got loose from the back of her ear. Promptly, the waves bounced. Revealing its bright red hue.

Freya asks. “Call your brother now. He will confirm.” The man answers. “Who is our brother?” Mythi asks to test the man. “Black Dragon of Dark Knight.” The man answers again. “Call him.” “Mythi, video call oppa now! Hurry!” Freya tells her sister while staying on her fighting stance. “Okay, unnie.” Mythi says and contacts her brother. He answers immediately. His face looks worried on the screen. “Mythi? Why? What happened? Are you girls okay?” JD asks on the phone.

His clothes were wet with the remaining snow still clinging to his hair and Rose held her breath. …is that a blood? Dark red liquid seeped from his stomach. On closer inspection, his clothes were also torn on the sleeves and other parts. Rose set her sights on the person on Lubez's back. She couldn't see how she was. Thea's face turned to the other side and she only saw her head...missing a lot of hair. “…no way…what happened?” Rose mumbled. Lubez ignored her. He put Thea in front of the fireplace. Rose also carried Xander and sat him next to Thea.

There were times I envied having the Lycan gene. The source of the scream had come from a maid. She was trembling violently, her apron stained from having dropped a tray in fright. She pointed with a shaking hand, unable to speak. But we didn't need her to. There, in the darkness of a quiet corner, fallen lifelessly, over a shrub was a body. Brock's.

Pulling off the hood of his hoodie, he stepped into the store and instead of the big bowl of ice cream, something else caught his eye. By a corner on the counter in the store, were flags. Flags having the color of rainbow and from his years old research, he immediately knew they were pride flags. He was suddenly reminded of the risk he promised himself to take if he got into the college of his dreams. He returned the hood of his hoodie to its original position and walked up to the counter. With his head hung low, he pointed towards the flags and coughed to clear his throat and call the attention of the girl at the counter.

Dell was focused on Anastasia, sending his aura to guide her back to that Victorian contraption. I reeled my thoughts back to the man. Flashing him a vicious grin, my fangs unsheathed. He trembled, gods I love the smell of a fearful rat. I tightened the grip on his mouth, whispering the incantation until his body lit up like the fourth July fire works. Symbols wrote themselves all over his face, and my wrist burned. Another ink appeared as the man faded into a dust of black smoke. I watched the light as it rolled out of his eyes.

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

“There’s two little ones ready to meet you.” I take a deep breath. Sofrito and platanos maduros. I ain’t never smelled something so good before. Between the sounds, and the electricity, and the scents, I have to see what’s happening. The most gorgeous woman I ever seen is holding my hand to the side of her face. Una belleza de ébano [An ebony beauty]. My wrist’s got a bandage on it, but it don’t hurt anymore. There’s bright light behind her. It makes her ebony skin… sin tacha [flawless]... and glow on the edges. She looks like she was crying. I can’t let that happen. I move my hand to wipe her tears away. I hope it don’t scare her.