Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

Part of my face shifts as I roar, “¡MAMÁ!” The sight waiting for me in the living room nearly stops my heart. Three women in hoods. Two shriveled and ancient, like dried-out corpses in tattered brown cloaks stained with black and rust-red—blood. One is young and beautiful, wearing a vivid red hood. Riding Hoods. “Esteban Rosa, I presume?” the one in red says calmly. “Who the fuck are you?” I snarl, my jaw elongating into a muzzle, fangs glinting.

“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...

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

Vivian said and she waa beginning to get worried. As the man continued to repeat the strange phrase, his voice grew more and more intense, almost frenzied. "Vida Sangre Luna, Vida Sangre Luna... You have spent enough time on the earth, for a thousand years you have roamed and conquered everything and everyone, and you have had your fill of power and of blood. It's time for a new era, the era of the Red Spider and the death of youuuuuuu!" the man said in a scary tone.

She just couldn't believe Dabria's words as she was the one who went through that hell. Dabria grabbed one of the woman's hands. Zeus grabbed the pallet of ointments. He opened the pallet and Dabria took a huge amount of ointment on her fingers. She started rubbing the ointment on the woman's arm as gently as possible. As Dabria looked into the woman's eyes again, the woman gasped in surprise. Dabria's eyes were pitch black and her orbs were glowing red. "There is a kind that is more powerful than the vampires you faced inside that hell. I possess that power. What sounds impossible for you, for me, it was like killing flies with a rolled newspaper." Dabria said as she applied ointment on bot

Their eyes changes color. Alexandra's eyes will turn red when she is hungry and totally black when she is angry. Brianna eyes flashess from reddish brown to gold depending of the intense of her emotion ,she snarl and baby fangs appeared in her complete set of pearly whites.. Mira avoided their eyes flashing to a different hues just to tell them apart. She tried to discovered ways to tell them apart.

It is so big that it seems like 5-6 people can climb on its back, its purple fur in the night is iridescent. Seeing Brawen, no, seeing Juventus holding Julie, he almost wanted to scream, but when he met Brawen's eyes that meant to be quiet, he closed his mouth and ran over, eyes glued to the baby. Brawen's eyes as to officially confirm that small is Juventus. Brawen put Julie on Dracula's back, reached out to stroke its head, suddenly touched the wound, a pain from the shoulder transmitted to the headache. Seeing that, Dracula blinked its dark eyes, then immediately returned its beak, trying to grab Brawen by the shoulder.

Her eyes blazing with a fierce, desperate light, “Don’t let him in your head! Fight, pendejo! Fight!” Esteban tuts, circling her like a predator toying with its prey. His shadow doesn’t match his physical form—it writhes on the wall, a monstrous thing, elongated and distorted. Antennaed and multi-legged, pinning Dru’s wrists with grotesque, shadowy limbs. A butterfly lands on his impeccably tailored shoulder, its skull wings flexing with a disturbing elegance. “Pretty little bruja. She’ll burn brighter than your mamá.”

“If you want to kill then kill me, this has nothing to do with Rosa Roja.” "Wait a minute, I'll kill you too, you don't have to hurry." “Rosa Roja.” If she couldn't move him by begging, she had to use her extremely weak magic to charge into the beam, the hand that was facing Rosa Roja was stabbed by the light extremely painfully. The pain was unbearable, but she still gritted her teeth and endured it, using all her strength to stop Rosa Roja's pain.

She pulled out a brush tipped with cinnabar and crushed jade. Caleb, predictably, ignored her. His instinct to protect surged like a tidal wave, his eyes flashing a brilliant, molten gold as he positioned his massive frame between Scarlett and the encroaching shadow. He let out a low, guttural growl—a sound so primal it seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards of the skyscraper.