Hunting Hat Red Novels & Stories

His motorcycle is waiting for them by the front stairs, her helmet already propped on the seat. Like every other time, Harken takes the helmet and puts it over her head, snapping together the chin strap before he slips the visor down and grins. “Hold on tight, Little Red.” ~*~ Noel relaxes the entire ride, enjoying the sound of the hushed wind rushing past her helmet as Harken drives into the night. She almost feels like they’re in a cheesy romance film, never imagining her life to be where she is at if you had asked her 6 months ago.

I am being held captive! I looked above and I saw that there are red gas scattered around the area. And it hit me, Shiloh is the one whi did that! It is a sign for the knights and red means it was a hunter attack. “Stop!”, the person who was holding me shout to get the attention of Shiloh fighting a three hunters. Shiloh look at us and I dont know what to think as his face didnt even change, he doesnt even look worried looking at my situation. Damn this man! I am shivering in nervousness here, Craven!

“It's not that you are weird. It's because of the hat you are wearing.” “Why is there something wrong with my hat? I try to remember what the hat looks like. It is color brown, and the design is just okay. Although it has a cherry on top of it, it doesn't look weird, so why are they staring? “The hat looks nice. What is wrong with it?” They both laugh at me. “Well, yeah, to you, it works just fine. But here in this village, it is weird to see someone using that hat as it was used for those who will get married.”

What now? “Hunter, your eyes.,” Mera gasps, looking at me with wide eyes. I tilt my head not knowing what she was talking about. “They are blood-red,” she gulps and as soon as I turn my head in search for Brock, he was already back on his seat. Not a single hair on his head was compromised and I thank the goddess for the second time he left enough space between us for me to breathe. “What did you do?” I furrowed my brows.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

I replied, trying to speak better. “Th… they aren’t rogues. Th… they had black helmets on their heads, an… and they had gloves on their hands.” I described them while trying to remember anything else, discreet about their clothing but it was just a fleeting glance when they hit the car on my side and I looked outside before closing my eyes in fear. “Th… there is a tattoo on .. on his ne.. neck… at th.. the junction… th.. they were hunters.” I told him, gasping furiously in the process.

His eyes were a faded sagebrush green, crinkled at the corners from squinting into the sunset, making him look even older. Butter-colored chaps and brown woolen pants hugged his slim hips and legs. She thought his boots might be real snakeskin. His shirt was dark flannel with leather lacing, open enough to reveal a V of tanned skin and wiry black hair. Gunbelts crisscrossed his flat belly, and a broad-brimmed hat was tipped back far on his head. A tied red bandanna lay loose around his neck.

We hurried out and went to join Karen's group. We got to the venue, and Karen jumped on me and kissed me fiercely. She was so excited, and I wondered where the excitement was coming from. "You should have seen you girl, men, she took out six wolves. The crazy part was when she killed four that were hiding with her eyes closed. Men this girl reminds me of the legends about the Hunters." Danjuma said with so much admiration for Karen, and I realised that there was no hex. "Where is he?" I heard Gavin say, sounding a bit uncomfortable, and I decided I would ask him why soon.

Pictures hung on the walls. Pictures of a boy with dark brown hair and a boy with blonde hair growing up together. One of the photographs grabs my attention. It is of the old Alpha of the Red River Pack giving the dark hair boy a hug. The boy is wearing a cap and gown, his green eyes are practically glowing. I lift my finger and trace the edge of the frame in curiosity.