Bruja Roja Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

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 "

But today, there was something different in it, something sharp. Emilia offered a tentative smile. “Hi, Rosa.” Rosa didn’t return it. Instead, she dropped the basket on a stone bench and tilted her head. “You walk around here like you belong. Like you’re not the reason things are falling apart.” Emilia blinked. “I… I don’t understand.” Rosa’s lip curled. “Oh, you understand perfectly.” Then she stepped closer, her voice low and biting. “El Diablo se está muriendo por una bruja como tú.”

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.

, HYBRIDS, AND MY PRIDE OUE FIRST GENERATION TRIBRIDS , THE ROYAL AMETHYST CRYSTAL MOON PACK WAS UNJUSTLY, WITH CAUSE ATTACKED TWICE IN ONE DAY FIRST OUR NEW ERA’S FIRST 8 OUT OF 9 1ST GENERATION TRIBRIDS WERE ATTACKED IN BOARD DAYLIGHT AND KIDNAPPED BUT ROGUE WOLFS AND ROUGE WITCHES THEN BY NO COINCIDENCE , MY 1ST OF 2 TRUE MATES FROM THE GODDESS WAS ALSO KIDNAP ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY, OUR CHILDREN WERE RETURNED TO US WITH OUT A HAIR HARMED ON THEM BUT MY 1ST MATE YOUR CONSORT TO THE QUEEN BRYAN DRACO ALLEN WAS VIOLANTELY, HENIOUSLY TORTURED WITH SILVER WHIPS AND CHAINS LACED WITH WOLFBANE AS WELL AS BEAR TRANQULIZER, HE HAD SIVLER SHAVING ALL AROUND OUTER LINING OF HIS HEART TH

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!!"

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

For little Miss Camy to have so much faith in me was… Well, I didn’t know how to handle it, so I found myself just staring at her as she went on about my fucking eye color. “They’re usually a lighter, golden brown. More of an orange-red-yellow really. Like a deep citrine. But now they’re just flat bullshit brown.” God, I didn’t know what to do with her intense scrutiny of my eyes either. It was causing this strange pressure to bloat in my chest, which was overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a fan. She needed to stop seeing so much of me.