Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

plate right on the back of the car. Without a doubt, it was a wedding car. Finn hadn’t been bothered at first and was about to look away when the car window rolled down and revealed the bride’s delicate profile. A face he knew all too well. As if struck by a bolt of lightning, his smile froze and pupils contracted sharply. “Annalise Wright!”

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?"

With a devious smirk on my face I asked, “Do you know what I am Jade?” She looked at me and said, “Sort of. You’re a bruja. I’ve heard the rumors of your mother being a witch but people have seen her in shifted form. I came here thinking I was going to meet the alpha heir to Blackcrest’s pack. Instead I saw you. How can you be the Alpha heir if you’re a witch? Even if your eyes light up similar to those with wolves, you still don’t shift. I’ve been told by multiple people that they have never seen you shift.” I laughed a little. “I’m a hybrid. An Alpha wolf and a Witch. And no I haven’t shifted. Yet.” I told her.

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’.

Anger burned in his eyes as he faced me. "Please.” I begged him, my bleeding hand positioned near his mouth. A mixture of reluctance and longing flashed across his eyes, and finally, he gave in. He bit my hand, drinking my blood with a hunger I had never seen before, and a smile of contentment touched my face. I felt a profound sense of joy in fulfilling my vampire boyfriend's desires. "You're doing wrong, Mia.” He stated, his gaze intense as he stared at me, his lips stained red. But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory.

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?"

The room trembled as the flames danced and crackled around her, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Andrei watched in awe and disbelief, unsure of what he had just witnessed. He had seen the power of the Scarlet Witch before, but this display surpassed anything he had ever imagined. The raw elemental force that emanated from Sabrina was both mesmerizing and terrifying. Her eyes, hairs, you can say her entire being, was coated by a crimson color, almost blinding. ‌ "Sabrina," Andrei called out cautiously, his voice barely audible over the roaring flames. "What... what is happening to you?"