Hunting Hat Red Novels & Stories

he inquired angrily, his dark brown eyes shifting to a vibrant ice blue. “Price of the job.” I shrugged as he towered over me his broad muscled frame reminded me of a bear, he intimidated me, but I refused to show it, he was bald with raven tattoos covered his neck and head, and small fangs which lengthened when he was in a Berserker rage poked out of his mouth slightly. He wore his usual attire black leather pants, and a bear fur was draped over his shoulders its head rested on top of his bad one, he had a tattoo of a bear had that covered this one of his pecks and a series of lines and symbols travelled from the bears head to his shoulder and down his arm. “I told you to be careful.” He wh

“We go to the weekend market sometimes to get our food. However, we have to take the shortcut through the forest due to the lack of transportation. A hunter friend near the forest tells me his niece is living in the woods. His mother and the girl’s grandmother also live in the woods, although in different parts. Sometimes, they would cross paths, and the girl loved baking new treats. She often wears a red hood. You can’t miss her!” Another children's tale. Zen knows the story of Red Hood in the Woods. According to the story, her grandmother was eaten by a wolf who pretended to become the grandmother to eat her too. However, the hunter discovers the truth and saves Red Hood from the sly wolf,

"Merry Christmas, baby." I could feel him swelling underneath me, and my legs curled at the thought of him railing me. I ran my hands through his hard chest, and he let out a deep sigh. "Baby, you are just..." he trailed off, his eyes moving over me, then his gaze landed on my legs. He cocked an eyebrow, and a chuckle left his lips. "Is that a Christmas stocking?" He questioned with a large grin. I took the hat that was next to me and placed it on my head. "Yes, and a hat too," I smirked, and he laughed.

Her longing mate lasts forever. ******* Days passed and Riding Hood still felt the same. Looking at the man who tagged her along to his nomadic way of living, hunting, skinning, and preserving his catch for goods and food. They often hunted deer, an elusive elk, black and grey hares but also big forest dogs and wolves alike. She had spent a week on an excursion and learned a lot from him. He even teased her whenever he told her that he once saw and killed a werewolf, and then he would laugh at her expectant reaction.

The color reminded her of the roses in her garden back home. “Red," she whispered. Violeta looked at her with a smirk. "That's a good name. I like it." They finally stopped at a heavy wooden door. A golden plaque with the words ‘VIP Suite’ was engraved on it. Two large men stood in front of it. One with a gun, the other with a knife. Evie almost passed out when she noticed they were holding those weapons. “Her name is Red,” Violeta told the guards. Her voice was a little higher though. Like she wanted someone else to hear her.

"She is such a real beauty if you ask me. I wonder if she is among the tools for the project." "It definitely will be fun to have him with those green doe eyes. She looks like a doll." "I wonder how a hunter's daughter would taste..." Carlos removed his glasses and placed them on the table. The click was soft, but it silenced them... Or maybe the deadly expression on his face did the job. "So... you want me to find RED?" Carlos asked. Makoto smirked. "Yes. But you must be careful. He is the greatest hunter of all time. Those who saw him never lived to tell the story of what he looks like."

Finally, there seemed to be a breakthrough—but what he said next made us all go silent and stare at each other. “There’s a rumor in the far south… that there’s a warrior who shows up to help small packs when they get attacked by the black wolves. And they say—she’s a beautiful redhead with green eyes. Gorgeous… but deadly.”

The man that stood in front and was about to say something had his head rolling on the floor after the woman in the red cloak swang her sword. The hunters looked at her and then to the body that slowly fell on the ground with blood spilling all over the place. “Tsk.” “You are too angry about that news?” A man in a ram mask entered the abandoned hall where the hunters reside for the time being. They watched the man walk near their head. It was the first time they had seen him. There is a tattoo on his neck— though it was a little covered by his clothes, it was visible to the hunters who were trained to observe such things.

"Don't worry about a thing. Hunting is more about patience and being in the moment. Just enjoy yourself and stay close to Regan." "Will do. Thanks again," I said, feeling a bit more at ease. After she left, I changed into the outfit. The rugged fabric felt strange against my skin, but I admired the way it looked in the mirror. The gear consisted of a fitted camo jacket and pants, sturdy boots, and a wide-brimmed hat that framed my face nicely. My dark hair, usually worn loose, was pulled back in a practical braid that accentuated the emerald depths of my green eyes.

“She needs to hunt.” Bastard! The leader - Lars I had heard his people call him - turned and looked at him. “Now isn’t that interesting? Sounds to me like you should go hunt her some food then! Hop to it!” Red glowered at him. “I’m not your dog.” Lars chuckled. “Could’ve fooled me.” And he lifted a device out of his pocket and aimed it at Red. He must’ve pressed a button or something because all of a sudden a shimmer of silver wavered around Red’s tan throat, and then, much to my curious surprise, a solid silver collared appeared.