Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

he said. "Bite on the neck!" I said. Then I remembered that tradition, when I hugged my aunt. As if aunt is really scared. Aunt scared me, aunt like save something in the tradition of rosas de nena. I also saw the drink that was brought by the maid when I was at Yorin's house. Aksara drinks red colored drinks like blood. I began to think that they were vampires as written in the Book of Death.

He reached over me and unchained my wrist and ankles from the cold metal, allowing slight winces of pain to leave my lips. My ankles and wrist were both bruised and bloody causing a stinging/ burning sensation as it became exposed to the oxygen. He took my arm and helped me out of the car, but as soon as my feet hit the floor a loud screech left my mouth. A terrible amount of pain rushed through my legs as I tried to apply my weight on them. I looked up at Dylan and his expression showed no remorse or sorrow once so ever. He just yanked me back up and continued pushing me forward.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

I said. “Don’t lie bitch!” “I... I... I wasn’t… I am not...” I started crying. He got back and pressed his temple. Maybe he was having a headache. “Just why are you lying?” he asked slowly. “I-I’m really not, s-sir,” I said. “Why does everyone have to lie!!” he yelled and got up. He took his phone that was kept on the table. The lock was again back!! “What is this bruja?” he asked slowly.

One who was good with words and action in duality. “Do you love it?” Drystan asked, his deep voice pulling her out of her trance. Rosealba gaze flickered back to the bracelet for the first time since Drystan wore it. Her lips stretched and tears almost blurred her vision as she glared at the bracelet engraved with. ‘you are MINE, white rose.’ Rosealba exhaled throwing her head backward and fanning her eyes to eradicate the tears while Drystan just stared at her, his world revolving around her.

If Ruby didn't remember that Tita would be back with her food, she would leave right then and there. "Your hand is bruised." Pedro suddenly reached for Ruby's hand on the table. Ruby was too late to dodge because she didn't expect a man she barely knew for ten minutes to dare touch her. "Here." Pedro held Ruby's hand firmly as she tried to pull away, then pointed to the bruise on her wrist. Eduardo's grip was excessively firm. Ruby's skin wasn't very fair—more towards a light brown. She herself barely noticed the bruise. If Pedro noticed, it meant he had been observing her body since earlier. Ruby felt sick again.

“Sure, her bags were always a different colour anyway. “Come on, when you get there, walk confidently. They’re all going to be intimidated by you. Do not feel the same, okay?” ‘Sei’s kind of like a robot, isn’t she?’ Rojean thought to herself but she was kind of glad that they had the same taste in almost everything, especially chocolates, everything except their personalities. She really was getting a little too suspicious even though she’s had a conversation with her mother about the possibility of having a twin sister and her mother debunking that claim as she was sure she only had a daughter in the hospital. Her mother was quite frustrated at how Rojean put her claim, nevertheless they w

Lucrecia gnashed her tooth as she gripped the scroll and the heat from her palm burnt it into ashes. Moving away, she stretched her hands and two flaming swords appeared, she slid them simultaneously into the sheaths beside her, her eyes flashed a dark colour and her hair caught red flame. "Mistress, are we coming along?" Sybil asked as she laid hold of the sword behind her. "Bring the head of this bastard along for I'm in the mood to see my favorite red fluid that causes me pleasure, flow and hear wails that satisfies my soul "

She immediately announced loudly, “RAGNARA choose you, Scarlet. You are the rightful owner.” Everybody was happy, but just when Scarlet mumbled the words “RAGNARA”, her eyes darted back and shrunk deep into their sockets changing color occasionally. The only thing she remembered last was that purple dazzling light and a beautiful girl with RAGNARA studded in her crown, before drifting off into endless abyss of unknown darkness.

That struck a nerve, and La Bruja's gaze turned even more venomous, staring at them with a burning hatred that even they couldn't understand anymore. "YOU THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING CLEVER, DON'T YOU?! Well, why don't we even the odds a bit, shall we!?" She said, snapping her fingers, and that's when Mallow heard it. The roar of a dragon with wings as black as the starry night sky itself, and eyes that bled a crimson red, "AND YES, THIS IS A SKYRIM REFERENCE!!"