Hunting Hat Red Novels & Stories

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The ranch was crawling with Grey Wolves. The Rebel lingered on the outskirts of the forest, watching the activity in the distance as he leaned against the trunk of a mountain pine. He surveyed the vast ranchlands before him as he tipped his Stetson lower, adding an extra layer of shadow to his face. The old cowboy hat was only a precaution. He knew none of the pack wolves would recognize him. Aside from his scars, it was one of the key advantages to having the identity of a ghost, and a good thing too…

The guys were hooting and cheering. Hunter checked the time on his wristwatch. He'll bear this crap for another hour and then flee from this boring hell. Something caught his eye. It was a woman. Very small but gorgeous. She was wearing an elegant black dress. Something of her struck him, she looked oddly familiar. He searched for her face only to find her wearing a mask, only the lower half of her face could be seen. He scowled. Who was this woman? She wasn't even dancing or impressing anyone yet the men were ogling her.

He glanced at everyone’s faces one at a time. “Those are rumors, but I will tell you this, I will still not tempt death. I have every intention of winning quest and becoming alpha,” the red haired guy explained. Lin let out a small laugh but quickly closed her mouth when she noticed that she had not done that in her head. “Hey, hey, hey. Why are you laughing?” The red haired guy asked as he jogged closer to the she-wolf. “Bro, leave her alone,” Hunter warned him. “Didn’t you hear her laughing? If anyone should be laughing, it shouldn’t be her.” He frowned.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

Eyes roaming around, she picked a red one from the bulk where it was kept. “In RedShire Hunters Academy, we have blue uniforms, red, yellow, green, and purple. All of them have their meanings and reasons. Red is a color representing braveness, boldness, strength and at the same time, death.” A shudder went through Minerva's body as she listened to that last part. “But how do you know I'm brave or bold? I haven't come here before—”

“You’re so earnest.” Hunter shrugged, pretending nonchalance. “What can I say? I’m a married man now. Nothing to lose.” She laughed—her real laugh, the deep-bellied, startled one Hunter remembered from their very earliest days. “Married, eh? I suppose that’s a good thing, considering how much you love room service breakfasts.” At the next market, she bought a pair of silly straw hats and insisted they wear them for the afternoon, snapping pictures and covering his cheeks in lipsticky kisses. Hunter grumbled halfheartedly, but didn’t remove the hat all day.

I tell Shawn as I get up and walk over to the bar and pour myself a drink and down it and poured another. Then I heard heavy footsteps heading towards my office and looked out to see Hunter had arrived with a group of men following him. “Meeting room.” He said as he eyed me with my glass of bourbon and he stopped. “We will find her Reese. You have my word.” His words gave me hope as I followed him to the meeting room. The men that were with him already had maps laid out with red circles on them and I wondered if this was all the areas that the hunters took a wolf. There had to be around a dozen red circles on the map. “What do the red circle symbolize?” I asked Hunter pointing to them.

“First, I require help choosing a hat of my own.” “What sort of hat are you looking for?” Mr. Humphries asked. “I don’t know. What do you recommend?” “Perhaps this top hat? It is made from real beaver hide, and will withstand the rain.” The vampire let out an irritated sniff. “Top hats are painfully ordinary.” “Would you prefer something a little more eccentric then, sir? Perhaps this fez?” “What do you take me for, an Arab?” “Forgive me, sir—it was wrong of me to even suggest it. Perhaps a bowler? This one has a feather in it.”

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