Hunting Hat Red Novels & Stories

It just exploded out, wild and pissed off. Except, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shift. Nah. Her fur wasn’t the usual brown, gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red—like, blood-red. The kind of red that makes you stare and forget how to breathe, burning crazy-bright under the moon. Yeah. The red wolf. The one from the stupid stories.

Thyra let out a gasp when she noticed the dangerous red eyes that stared at her as if he could see through her. She could dictate the anger from the expression of the man. But what did she do to receive such a deadly stare? Wait! Red eyes! Thyra internally screamed as the realization hit her. The man she had been admiring was an Alpha. They were the only ones among werewolves with that eye color. At least that was what she knew from the research and discoveries she had made.

Their utility belts, laden with pouches and holsters, hold an array of weapons and tools that make me gulp. The Hunters' hands are encased in sleek, black gloves with reinforced knuckles, as if they're expecting a fistfight with a brick wall. Their faces are partially hidden by dark green domino masks that stretch horizontally across their eyes, leaving their chiseled jaws exposed. It's a look that screams, "I'm a professional badass, and I know it." "Young lady," One of them rumbles, "get away from him. He's a vampire, and a killer at that."

Hearing his final gurgles as he died I realized I was now the only one alive, I just hoped- “Are you okay?” He asks me. For the first moment, I feel overcome with relief. He wasn’t there to kill me. Looking up at him I can see that his clothing resembled other hunters I would write about in my stories at home. A typical Robin Hood appearance with light green and brown clothing, a tunic with a hooded jacket, and pants with many straps for holding a variety of items. Tucked in next to the sheath for his sword was a slingshot, a very basic one. Almost amused, I stand up, coming face to face with him. His dark eyes look at me curiously, his skin, though not sun-kissed, was full of life, and his

MATTEO {Two Weeks Ago} The bass from the high dimension speakers hit me the moment I stepped in. Around me, the lights flashed different colours: red, blue, violet—then again. The air was heavy with the smell of sweat, perfume, cologne and alcohol. I adjusted the large cap of the black hoodie which I wore low on my head. The gay bar was crowded, dark and loud in a way that made me feel safe. Faces blurred together on the dance floor with no one looking too closely.

"Both ways. Evenly. Coated top to bottom and inside out." The red is starting to take on a purplish hue. "The shifts are long." "I'm sure they are. And they include him pushing you up against the side of his house on a Sunday evening?" That crow tattled. "There's nothing-" "Noah Hunter." She sets the mug down firmly.

He knows the place the back of his hand, just like everyone else who lives in the estate. We dropped of the Lodge to get Hope into a proper shooting attire. “Here, wear this.” I say, putting a cap on her head. “I don’t like wearing hats.” She says. “It will give you protection from the hot brass.” I tell her. “The weather is also starting to get hot, it will keep you cool.”

Part of the Alpha Games was creating connections between packs, so it helped to be social in order to get to know which packs we could deal with and which we should avoid entirely. I hopped into the passenger’s seat of Jackson’s Ferrari since he never let anyone else drive it. It was a sweet ride though, so I definitely did not mind being a passenger. The morning was nice, so we had the windows rolled down. This was a great time of year. It was what my grandmother would call Goldilocks weather with it being not too hot nor too cold. Virginia was a great place to live, and I was glad that this was where our pack resided. We were backed by a lush forest that teemed with wildlife. Zen loved hun

I asked, looking over at Dani as she was getting Zory changed into a new outfit that Jordan and Keith had gifted us after finding out there was a Silverclaw Delta heir. Leave it to Bloodmoon wolves to pick out a red and black plaid long-sleeve dress with a matching bow headband, black leggings, black boots with a soft sherpa lining, and a sherpa-lined black corduroy jacket. Despite dressing her like she’s their Alpha, at least they went for warm clothes so she’ll be warm as we head out into the cold January night air.

Then I got into a ruby red dress, with matching heels and black accents. I accented the dress with matching lipstick and a dark red and black adorning my eyelids. With this outfit and makeup on, I looked like I was one of them. They may have gotten good at blending in, but us Hunters have a few tricks up our sleeves too. I checked the time to see that I had an hour before the ball started. That's perfect because it was a half hour away from The Academy. I grabbed the salve and scar cream off the sink, inspecting my wounds to find that they were healed and barely noticeable now.