Female Red Hood Novels & Stories

The echo of the growl rolled through the decrepit hall like thunder cracking inside a coffin. Dust sifted from the rusted ceiling beams. Every hunter froze. Weapons half-raised. Breaths caught mid-air. Even the leader—the girl in the blood-red robe—turned with a jerk, eyes widening beneath her hood. Rhea’s heart punched against her ribs. Fenrak, half-shifted, bleeding, still shielding her, lifted his head from the shadow of his own rage.

The note read: "You look stunning in red. -D" Seraphina's heart skipped a beat as she reached out to touch the soft, silky fabric. She had a feeling this was going to be a night to remember... Moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Makeup and hair, courtesy of Damien," a cheerful voice announced. In walked a talented stylist, armed with a makeup bag and a hairbrush. Seraphina was taken aback but pleased by the surprise. She sat back and let the stylist work her magic, transforming her face with a natural yet elegant look. A soft, smoky eye, a subtle blush, and a swipe of red lipstick - the final result was stunning.

We both froze, eyes fixed on the throne, where a figure was beginning to appear as though from thin air. Slowly, the figure came into view, cloaked from head to toe in deep red fabric that shimmered faintly, like woven blood under moonlight. The cloak was oversized, concealing nearly every inch of her body, but even from a distance, her form was petite, delicate yet strangely intimidating. Her hood hung low, casting a shadow over her face, obscuring any recognizable features. Yet, an unsettling aura surrounded her, making it impossible to tell if she was friend or foe. There is no doubt about her powers though.

It seemed nobody understood just how bad this entire situation was for him. Redwood was holding Liam Hallow's daughter hostage. Her mother was also a witch bane who could withstand the greatest magic. If they realized what was going on, Redwood stood no chance against their combined fury. What they were currently going through was nothing. They would be wiped off the face of the planet forever.

My mind was still marveled at how she could appear as a young, sea-blue-eyed innocent girl who dressed in a velvet red hood but possessed the killing instinct of a swift assassin. I noticed her entire hunter outfit. It was elegantly made up of various shades of red and black, with red as the primary color on the main suit. Over her suite was a sleek-looking leather jacket with black asymmetrical backcloth hanging like a tuxedo tail. Even her combat boots were patterned with light-red strokes. Unlike most hunters, red seemed to be her signature color. My red rose. The thought seemed to come out of nowhere and entered my foggy head as my eyes traced over the beautiful huntress. Her fingerless

I felt like I was repeating the same event. "You better not move!" said the woman. Ah, I remember now where I've seen this red-hooded woman. She was the same woman who had attacked me with the shadow wolves in the forest. "You... hybrid!" I hissed. "Was all of this your plan too?" I glanced over my shoulder with an angry look. On the other side, I heard Moka and Koka screaming in pain. When Roka jumped to help them, someone had already grabbed his petite body and put him in a sack.

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

They were incredibly rich and the Manor is a living proof to that. Though they were elites, the Reds and their loyal subjects were knit-tight and they all look at Henry as their leader for a good reason. He is the Alpha of the Red Manor, one of the five strongest packs that existed in the country and Henry’s condition was still a mystery both to Francis and the rest. He woke up one day feeling so ill and it spiraled downhill from there.

His teeth clashing, he glanced at the hooded man and kept walking. He had had enough. The man kept doing whatever he wanted and if not for the seal that he had placed on her, would she be like this, where he had to watch his mate having her blood sucked right out before him. Every time the hooded man, let’s call him Red, drank from her, he felt like his heart was being torn into shreds. The man touched his wife and ate from her, something that no warm-blooded werewolf would accept from their mate.

Our clothes were soaked by the rain quickly and it made it harder to keep our grip on the grass. We both breathed heavily and looked at each other, electricity in the air. There were bruises on her arms as she grabbed her ribs. The red-headed girl cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders. She looked more focused now, like a killer. Her sadistic nature was evident. This time she had a better attack, grabbing my arm and twisting it back and back - until a sickening crack filled the air. I howled out in pain before gritting my teeth against the feeling. When I went to grab her with the other arm she took advantage of the momentary weakness - grabbing my throat and lifting me in the air. Her ey