Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

I explain to her. "Couldn't you just heal it if you were with us?" She asks me. "Theoretically, yes, I could. Sometimes, things do happen outside of our control. There are no guarantees that I would be able to save the fish. I tell you what though, I will take you to meet Rojo sometime this weekend." I promise her. "Who is Rojo?" She asks curiously. "Rojo is my familiar. He is a very large fish. He can turn into other animals and even a human like body but he is still a fish at heart. He lives in the large lake that the witches and I created." I tell her.

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

I screamed, bringing my claws to my middle just as the slick-bodied creatures came at me and tore the skin wherever I touched it, the entrails of their insides scattering in the wind that whistled through the clearing. I stood only feet away from the woman now, rising until I was almost twice her height and breathing heavily as she started up at me in fear. “I love you, Hector, take me back! Please!” Esmeralda managed to gasp out, her breathing choking when she saw the flame of rage that no doubt passed like hot clouds over my yellowed werewolf eyes. I shook the large triangle of my head slowly, hearing the swish of the witch’s broom come up behind me absently as the woman dropped Nola from

A few minutes later, ivory frowned; she saw a red dot fast approaching in front of the blue dot. ‘Uhm Anita what does a red dot mean’ ivory asked anxiously. ‘A red dot, it means a creature is fast approaching, you guys better hide’ Anita replied. Natasha noticing ivory’s frown asked. ‘Ivory what’s the matter’? ‘A creature’s fast approaching, we better hide’ ivory says out loud. ‘A creature, how do you know that’ Chevy asked with a frown ‘and even if a creature is fast approaching we can kill it’.

As he questioned her, his face twisted in rage, and I grew intrigued. "Yes, Jonathan, you are correct. One of my pals is a witch, and she used dark magic on you, causing you to crave human blood. You know why I did this because it will be enjoyable for me when you kill your love with your hands." Listening to her words, my eyes enlarged and I palmed my mouth in terror. ‘Katrina wants Jonathan to kill me, so she brought me here. She is really wicked.’

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.

She returned to show her cold and flat face to me. "Then what do you mean by the bride?" "Bride is bride, my Little Squirrel," I answered firmly. "Is there another meaning?" I saw she really didn't show any reaction anymore. It was as if she was challenging me–who could endure showing a cold, expressionless face to each other longer. She picked up a fork and started stuffing the steak into her mouth. "Red moon blood is something rare. I'm lucky today to get you." "What does the blood of the red moon mean?"

Scarlett She was tiny but utterly stunning. I froze for a second not being able to say anything. "Umm...Sorry, I am looking for William." At my statement, she looks beyond happy. A big smile spreads on her face, lighting up her entire face. "Hi, I am Isabelle. Williams best friend. You must be Scarlett that, Willaim here was talking about." she says and before I can reply, she gives me a big hug. At the same time, William comes from the room. He is also wearing blue jeans and the same shirt as me. The blue complements his eyes and to say the least, he looks good. "Hi Scarlett, I see you have met my best friend Issi," he says grinning.