Dark Little Red Riding Hood Novels & Stories

I poured water on my head but my ears were still burning. "I'm counting on that!" Willa giggled as she pulled on her little boots and grabbed the jacket before she dashed into the woods and her voice came over, "But just remember, Little red riding hood always gets the big bad wolf!" I sighed, falling back into the water after Willa disappeared into the woods. The happier I was with her, the more fear I had of thinking about losing her. She was mine, but not mine to keep.

I was sure he put the past behind him and smiled again. "Good! Do not look then!" I warned him when I started to take off my clothes. "There is nothing that has not been seen before!" He called and turned around and blinked when he was closer to him. "How dare you!" screamed in horror, my arms did a bad job of covering my nudity "Little Red Riding Hood is afraid that the big evil wolf would eat her!" He hinted at my red sports bra with a wolf-like smile on his face "I am not afraid!" I said bravely

I ran up the steps and knocked on the door. “Come on, girl, I already heard your panting so well, why knock so loudly,” it was Laura Cooper, Morgan and Trent Cooper's mother, Reed and Kira's grandmother. That's who I would call a mother wolf. When I read "Little Red Riding Hood" as a child, instead of a wolf in the image of a grandmother, I imagined Mrs. Cooper. I was scared as hell of her as a child. Even though I still get goosebumps. Of course, only one like her could have two alpha sons. She slowly opened the door. A thin, gnarled hand squeezed the doorknob hard, and an old woman appeared in the opening. A dark penetrating gaze met mine. Nothing changes. As in childhood, I froze in front

They drove crossed the city and further, till the light of the crowded downtown was out of sight. "Afraid?" Erebus glanced at Kitty as the sky turned dark and there was only few road lamps flickering in distance and darkness. "I'm not Little Red Riding Hood." Kitty squinted her eyes at him, "And even if I was, I'd totally be eating the big bad wolf, instead of the other way around." "Oh, really?" Erebus's lips curled, "And how are you gonna do that with no claw and no fang?" "I'll take him for a tour, and looking for the hunter. Or a bigger bad wolf, like last time." Kitty grinned at Erebus.

"And I pinky promise you that Mommy would say the same thing." And she paused again. "But-" "You know the story of Little Red Riding Hood?" She nodded, sniffling. I wiped away her tears and gestured to Thomas still rooted to his spot, watching with a smirk. "That guy is the wolf dressed as your grandpa." Her lips trembled and I was ready for another set of waterworks. "He is bad wolf?" Kelsey asked. I nodded. "So how do we kill him?" I snorted. Of course, this was Kelsey Smith, Olivia's daughter.

When his grip on her hand tightened, she began to look around in alarm as well. "Hey, is something wrong?" she asked quietly. Their steps faltered at the entrance of the park. The expression on his face was one she'd never seen on him before. Was it pain? Sorrow? "Victor, come on. You're scaring me." A thunderous crash interrupted them then, making her jump and scream in surprise. She latched onto Victor's arm and looked about for the source of the noise. People were screaming, streaming out of the park in panic as they pushed past and yelled for others to run. Her eyes honed in on an odd and large shape that was behind the crowd. It wasn't until its face appeared under a light, that she saw

The streets were covered with a fine snow, which only showed that winter had advanced and that it would be a difficult one, not only for the humans who were sheltered under a roof, it would also be for all those children who lived on the street, specially for Luna who was among them, who had a light wool jacket, which they had stolen from those clotheslines that used to be neglected by the housewives, but then the redhead noticed how one of those little ones had nothing that could cover him from that horrible blizzard winter, she could not help noticing that this was the smallest and thinnest of the group, so without further ado she removed that little coat and offered it to the little boy,

“Really?” “Yep. And they have pictures of it. It’s really gory and bloody.” “Sweet.” The kid bounded away from me, hurrying toward Isobel as she opened the book on the top of her pile and started to flip through pages. “Here it is.” She knelt down next to him. Kit’s eyes grew wide as he stared. “Gross,” he cooed in absolute awe. Isobel glanced up at me and grinned. “And, ooh, you should see the picture of the woodcutter cutting open the stomach of the big bad wolf in Little Red Riding Hood.” She flipped a few more pages until they came to the one she was looking for.

Haley It seems blood red wolves have used this book as a journal and it gets passed down to the next one. The last entry is from the fifties. I can’t believe what I am reading. This has got to be some sick joke right? ‘December 1952 A dark witch has successfully created a potion that will make a blood red wolf obedient to her master. There is no known cure at this time. My mother is lost, gone and I’m never going to get her back. Blood red wolves beware, trust no one. I have gone into hiding deep in the woods where no humans or wolves live. It’s a hard life but at least I am free.’

Like a half-formed chihuahua, except three times the size of a human. “Doomed, doomed,” The Darkness’ culling whisper haunted the walls in my head before I pressed a finger against my temples, pushing deep until the aching reduced and the voices stopped. A neat little trick mother had taught me…it was one of the things that added to her mystery as well. “I smell dinnerrrr,” the biggest of the rogues I’d seen hissed, scratching its mangy hide against my tree in a way that made me screw my eyes shut.