Dark Little Red Riding Hood Novels & Stories

INTO THE WOODEN HORSE "I can smell you little mouse" "I'm not hiding, neither am I a mouse" Night had descended in pitch darkness, the lights of lanterns that dot the street, here and there a little, the only eclipse to the dark corruption. I move nimbly, keeping my head low and the jingly metal close to my chest, not to call anyone to my adventure.

I am never nice. You don't have to hide it from me. I know you aren't, but you are messing with the wrong person. I will show everyone the monster you are. He lets out a condescending laugh. Oh, Cinderella, you never seem to stop amusing me. And who's going to believe you, huh? They are going to say you are drunk, nothing else. The sound of a camera taking a picture pulls his threat to a stop. He lets go of my throat. I crouch down, taking in a deep breath, my heart pounding.

It locked eyes with the dark brown wolf. Mallory tried moving out of the way but the dark brown wolf snapped at her, keeping her in the area between the two wolves. The dark red wolf backed up and went to lunge. Mallory found herself ducking and the wolf went over her head. It landed in front of Mallory letting out a loud growl and lunged for the dark brown wolf. At the last second Mallory noticed the dark red wolf’s eyes glowing red with an amber ring and knew they were from Red Woods. She was torn between staying with the wolf and continuing her journey for help. If Red Woods were close by she had to let them know what was happening. She took off running.

I couldn't blame her though, I guess I was too good looking. "The devil himself" Ronald's irritating voice came at my ears and I grimaced. He walked towards me, that sickening smile on his face as usual. His wife and son Junior, followed behind. My eyes clocked with Brenda and she looked away. I saw finger marks on her neck. The cotton shawl wrapped around her neck couldn't hide it. "I heard you almost got poisoned yesterday" "You sound disappointed. I can't help but wonder why." He chuckled. "What are you implying? Don't flatter yourself. You're not that much of a threat to me. You're not as important as you think. Has the culprit been found yet?

"I—" "Gosh! Mr. Oliver?" A voice managed to stop the girl's speech, she was surprised when a group of men in black suits and sunglasses walked towards her. Who are they? The girl looks scared to see the horde of creepy men, according to her they look like a bunch of kidnappers she usually sees in movies and dramas. As a result, the girl immediately ran away and hid behind another tree that was quite far away. Leaving the red umbrella and also his red scarf still wrapped around the man's neck.

“Nightshade must be told.” The brown wolf nodded again, his gaze darkening. “Peace never lasts for long.” Meanwhile, back at the den, the children sat together, shaken but unharmed. The smallest one—the white pup—was quiet, his eyes wide. Evelyn knelt beside him, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. “You’re safe now,” she said gently. He looked up at her with trembling lips. “There was… a big black wolf,” he whispered. “Its eyes were red.” Evelyn’s heart sank. She knew what that meant. The shadows from the old days were stirring again.

Little by Little a small boy came out from his hide out ,I went down on my knees and picked him up . " So tell me what where you doing following me " " Uncle I couldn't sleep " " So you had to follow your uncle ,you shouldn't do that you know ,they are so many danger moving around the castle by this time of the night " " You mean dangerous things " " Yes and trust me you don't want to get hurt child ". " You mean something dangerous like you , Well if it's not as dangerous as you are then I don't think I have to be scared because I already seem enough .

I sounded downright stupid saying that. Before he could make any comment about it, I made him wear a pair of sunglasses to cover up his scrutinizing eyes and said, "You look just like a modern red-riding hood." "If you really want to talk about this, I'll be the wolf, not the little girl." "Red-riding hood? Seriously? What's wrong with her? She's cute!" "If I should be anything, I'll be the wolf." "You're already one." I rolled my eyes, disregarding his comment.

She was known for her vibrant red cloak, which she wore as she ventured through the enchanted woods, delivering treats to her grandmother. One fateful day, as she made her way through the dappled sunlight, Little Headhood noticed a figure standing among the trees. It was the infamous Bad Wolf, his piercing eyes watching her every move. Contrary to his reputation, there was an air of mystery and intrigue about him that piqued her curiosity. Curiosity won over caution, and Little Headhood approached him with a mixture of trepidation and fascination. "Good day, Mr. Wolf. What brings you to this part of the woods?" she inquired, her voice soft yet laced with a hint of boldness.

I expected that haunting, gentle smile he always wore right before he broke me. The visitor’s silhouette finally appeared in my line of sight. Through the heavy gloom, I couldn't make out his features, which only fueled my terror. Could it be Him? No. This figure was too broad. Too bulky to be Michail’s lithe frame. The strike of a match hissed through the room, followed by the dull whoosh of a flame roaring to life. Warm, flickering orange light bathed the formerly black room, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls.