Female Red Hood Novels & Stories

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

Above, the blood-red moon loomed, casting grotesque shadows across the barren landscape, the light twisted and wrong, as though the heavens themselves had turned their gaze away from me. And before me stood her. The woman in the hood. Her presence rippled through the air like a force of nature, suffocating and commanding. In her hand, she gripped a staff carved with ancient runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. It pulsed with an ominous rhythm, a heartbeat that felt like it was in time with my own growing panic. Her face, sharp and unforgiving, was obscured by the shadows of her hood, but her cruel smirk was all too clear, an expression that was as much a part of her as the cold light

Quan conveyed through the earpiece I was putting on, I looked outside the window to see a metal long gun pointing and rotating, some stationed on the enemy that could pose any threat to me. The Halle’s door opened, and my jaw dropped at the sight of the red-haired devil I’m becoming fond of daily, my cock sprang to life and how ravishing she looked in her crimson red gown, Red is her colour, I can’t deny it. It gave her a sophisticated look, a do not dare me kind of look.

He couldn't comprehend the scale of devastation unfolding before him. Farah, or rather, the entity that had possessed her body, groaned angrily. Her true nature was now revealed, she raised the scepter high, releasing an eerie transformation. Her raven-dark hair cascaded down, and her eyes turned a haunting shade of crimson. Her red warrior dress symbolized her newfound identity, and she let out a malevolent cackle that sent shivers down the spines of those present.

Nothing else. "I regretted the same thoughts," a woman said from her behind. No it was through her mind. An Arium? Magicians were there too? "Yes," the same voice answered. "This is the beginning." Elena turned. The figure should not surprise her. But the dawning of her face and the revelation of Red's identity shocked the shell she was hiding. The red hood was there. The same stance. But instead of a girl, what faced her was a full grown woman. And it was just not that, she knew who she was.

The woman announced as she motions for us to come closer. The first costume consists of full reds. There was a black corset and top underneath it but the bottom one was red and so was the hood. “This costume is inspired from the character in the famous tale, little red riding hood which is a little red herself. Red Riding Hood is a tale about a young girl who comes to visit her grandmother only to find a wolf that plans to eat her. It was quite a happy ending since the wolf was killed and they were safe,” The woman told the tale.

Rose got up early in the morning, got ready as usual in her favorite color and favorite dress, a red long frock. Since childhood she likes red the color most. When her mom was alive, she used to make her wear red color on her every birthday and after her demise, her caretaker, aunty Mona, Laura’s mother carry on this tradition. When she has grown-up enough to get ready by herself, she only wears red dresses on her birthday specially frocks.

"You know, sometimes I wish I was a guy so I could marry you. We would run away from this place, find a little cottage somewhere, and I will spend every day telling you how amazing you are until you actually believed it." I laughed again, a little unlady like. I looked at her then, the way I sometimes did when I needed to remind myself that I wasn't completely alone in this world. Anikta was beautiful. She made people want to be near her. Her brownish hair fell in soft waves around her face, and her deep golden eyes sparkled with a mischief that never quite went away. Her lips were rosy, naturally pink without any of the tints Lindsey painted on, and she was of average height.

"But what chilled my blood about the whole thing was when they talked about you." Hunter's eyes widened. "They sent that redhead out here on purpose because she looked like Tara," Starla whispered. He barely heard her above the noise. His heart sank. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd hoped against hope that he'd been wrong about Poppy. "Here you go," a young woman said brightly. She set a plate half-covered by a huge hamburger and overflowing with steak fries in front of Hunter. "Can I get you anything else?"

I smiled "Good girl" "I was sent by the Red Hood" she said I thought about the name for a second. It sounds familiar. I snapped my fingers in realisation. The Red Hood is an anonymous organisation. They went viral for exposing the dirty deeds of the government and the filthy rich. No wonder she asked me about my source of income when she thought I was drugged. "Go on" "Rhey paid me a lot of money to get some dirt on you" "So, you know who they are?"