Dark Little Red Riding Hood Novels & Stories

Every few metres the trees had lights twining down them, to end at a small bed of flowers underneath. It would be an easy kill. The beauty here was a great distraction for everyone chancing their death right now. I spotted a small boy tugging on his mother’s hand excitedly and pointing at the lights above. The mother had on a bright red dress that was decorated with large white dots. Her plain red high-heels completed the dated look she was trying to achieve. Her massive plain sunhat hid most of her face from me, making her oblivious to the danger they were in. The little boy looked to be about six years old. He had on denim overalls and little black shoes. His white top was plain, and his o

GRACE’S POV The bass from the frat house was a physical thing, pounding against my ribs like a second, shittier heartbeat. I fucking hated Halloween. Hated the cheap costumes, the sticky floors, the whole performative chaos. But my roommate had begged, and I was a sucker. So here I was, “Little Red Riding Hood,” a fucking cliché in a too-short red velvet cloak, trying to get to the bathroom without some drunk asshole spilling his jungle juice on me.

I quickly walked over to Jack, who stirred in the bed, and crawled over his legs that were covered by the blanket. His eyes opened, and I bit my lip as they moved over the thin piece of clothing that covered me. What I had on was a simple seductive one-piece ensemble in red and white lace, paired with white stockings covered in Christmas patterns. "Good morning," I breathed out, and his eyes moved to meet mine. "Jesus Christ, Amanda," he whispered, resting his upper body on his elbow. I leaned forward with a small smile playing on my lips. "Merry Christmas, baby."

I stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind me, and immediately looked around the small living room. Nathan was sitting on the floor, curled up against the base of his sofa. He wasn't wearing his usual oversized grey hoodie anymore, it was thrown across the room in a crumpled heap. He was in a plain white t-shirt, his knees pulled tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs as he cried.

I remember begging him for a story when he came in to tuck me in almost every night. The book was filled with lots of short stories, all of them about werewolves. I flipped to my favorite one, Little Red Riding Hood. It was about a young she-wolf who was taking her grandmother some food goods. Her grandmother lived in the forest oddly enough, instead of a pack where the little girl lived. When she got to her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door, a male-wolf answered the door. As soon as their eyes met, her wolf recognized him as her mate. It turned out that her grandmother had gotten hurt while out and the wolf had found her in distress, carried her home, and tended to her wound

[Rosalynd] “Ah, Fiddlesticks!” I swear as I hang upside down from a tree. I’m working on my potty mouth since I’m going to be a mother in about 7 months if Dorothy’s estimation is correct. I can’t go around dropping sweary words every time I’m in a tricky situation. Like right now. Apparently, when traveling by shadow, you need to be VERY specific about your landing destination. I guess I was more focused on the trees near Axel’s house than the ground. Silly witch-fae-wolf-whatever.

Her hair was gingersnap red, which was what had caught my attention in the first place, and I found myself holding my breath eagerly as she turned so I could get a look at her face. I released it just as quickly, because fuck. With her lips painted bright red, her nose pierced with a gold hoop, and her cheeks mottled with a perpetual case of freckles, she looked absolutely delicious. But most importantly, she looked familiar. I pointed, demanding, “Who’s that?” Next to me, Gabby turned curiously. “Who?” “The redhead,” I said. “Short black dress. Bright lipstick. Plate full of food.” And she was currently lifting some kind of appetizer to those sinfully red lips right now.

“Excuse me!” Annie starts to look up searching for his eyes. What she first encounters was a naked chest chiseled in perfection. She was force to stand slightly backwards to look into his dark piercing eyes. She finally noticed the mask covering the strong profile of his face. Her eyes widen in a mixture of shock and curiosity. “Who are you?” she asked breathless with a touch of awaking anticipation. “I am the big bad wolf, red riding hood.” He said sternly. His has the nerve to boldly start looking over her nakedness. His eyes now turn into clear darkness. She is innocent but no fool, as she watches the desire rising in his burning eyes.

He was waiting patiently for Emily to come out of the room. After some time, the bedroom door opened. Ryan immediately gets up from his seat. Emily comes out of the room with a beautiful red colour one-piece dress. She didn't do any heavy makeup, only slightly blush is enough to make her face more glowing. She is wearing an off shouldered party dress which can show off her cleavage. Her jade white skin looking so pretty and perfectly matched Emily's dress. And there is a cut on her dress on the down area which makes visible her flawless legs.

Soon it would be dark, and Red did not know that she was being shadowed. The monster had been following her scent for miles, and now its luminous yellow eyes spied the girl in the gathering gloom. Her red hood bobbed along in the undergrowth as she worked her way toward the cottage in the distant clearing, and the creature knew it could have her long before she made the safety of the shelter.