Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

And then, voice soft and full of something unreadable, he murmured, "And so… rage becomes her." A slow, sharp smile curled my lips. Yes. Yes, it fucking did.

I have never been in a packhouse this fine, River City has enough resources that none of its wolves would ever need the care of a wandering rogue doctor, no matter how good she may be. Cameron’s men open a set of double doors leading into what must have once been a grand ballroom. Seated on a velvet cushioned high-back chair is a wolf of undeterminable age. He is tall, strong, and darkly tanned, his hair tightly curled, and his wide eyes a bright, lupine gold. “Hola, Bruja,” his lips curl with his insult as he glares at us. “Give me a good reason not to report you to your Luna.”

It had taken years and years of hardwork and dedication before I was noticed by the Ceilo Noctrune Mafia. The biggest mafia family in Spain and one whose head was a ruthless woman named Catalina Garcia but known by most people as “la bruja de la sangre”, the blood witch. It was said that she was an only child to her father and instead of marrying to keep the family’s business had decided to take it on herself, surpassing her father with in both wealth and name. Some tale also mentioned that she had murdered the man in his sleep after overhearing his decision to give his title to someone else… a man because he considered her too ruthless.

The redhead witch ran to the tree to where Rozelyn was hiding and she saw Maebh’s eyes widened. “Get away from there, Aruba!” Maebh was instantly beside her and the woman grabbed Aruba by the hair. “Listen here, Aruba Lynn,” Maebh tilted the witch’s head further into the dark skies. “You are lucky that you are the last Romanian witch left other than the descendants of the Bathory family. And I mind you…” Maebh inserted some sort of an insect into her mouth. “Talk to me back again without my permission and this black beetle will feast on your insides!”

His hands were shaking but this was to be done! " No, dear Marcus. Don't think about that! I know about your weak heart. You're incapable of killing. I know your mother didn't commit suicide. Tell me, where's she? " roared Ritha but before Marcus could reply, a shrill scream erupted from outside. ❤❤❤❤❤ The morning was woken up by clattering of metals which were being sharpend. Augustus painted around one legion in Madder root ( Rubia Tanctorum) , a red dye. The red colour

pleasure. Blood dripped down Maya's neck as she scratched Julio Cesar's chest through his shirt. Genuine flavor dripped from the lips of Julio Cesar who had torn Maya's blouse at some point and was now crushing those breasts in the firm grip of his hands. The moonlight shone through the windows and something exploded in Maya's eyes. A blood-red ruby appeared in the middle of her irises, and then her new canines tore through her gums like two sharp, shining blades.

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He told to help myself to whatever book I may want to read and he took his seat behind his desk, writing away on a parchment with a quill pen. I schemed through ledgers of the books, reading titles that were written in languages I did not understand. All the books were red, except for a particular purple one. Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover.

“We must administer the rest of the serum. After changing her myself when she was a young child, we established a mate bound connecting her to my son. Hopefully if Lucifer hasn’t found her, she will come for Josiah. As you know, it is very strong at the beginning of her change. We will lure her here and finish what we started. With the rest of the serum she will be a weapon for us unlike the world has ever known.” I burst through the door not caring at all the glares I was receiving. “What the fuck is going on?! I won’t let you take Rosemary and turn her into a weapon at your disposal!!” My wolf was threatening to tare their heads off one by one. She was mine and no one else’s. How fucking d

Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings. I began to live under his protection. In those five years we'd been together, we spent countless nights in this rose manor. And he would tell me he would marry me at the end of each one. But it wasn't until now that I realized his promises were worthless. He had given me nothing except the bracelet. False prince, false love, and poor roses... Before the tears fell, I broke the bracelet that didn't really fit. Jeffrey could never keep roses. There were two days left. Then Dad would arrive.