Hunting Hat Red Novels & Stories

It flew up toward me, but I was jerked out of its path and it clattered down the crevice between the car and the alley wall. The hand squeezed tighter, and I twisted around to face its owner. Then I froze. It was a redcap—basically a giant goblin—with long hair that was as greasy and black as crude oil. His eyes were flaming furnaces and his jaundiced skin was thicker than an elephant's hide. He was wearing homespun pants in rancid green, a pus-yellow tunic, and something which resembled a Greek fisherman's cap that was stuck low on his head. This cap, which Redcaps reportedly soaked in the blood of their victims, was dark brownish-red, crusty at the edges, and smelled of death.

She had a perfect ass, and as she led him along like a pony, he was able to ogle without her noticing. “Here's your helmet,” she said, dropping his hand and handing him a hard hat. He nearly dropped it because he wasn't paying attention. His mind was still on her posterior. “Helmet?” he asked, turning it around. It looked rather goofy and not at all like something a cowboy would wear. “It's required on campgrounds,” she told him, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a no-nonsense look. “Carter wears one.” “Yeah, well, Carter does a lot of things,” he retorted, but he put it on to make her happy. She grinned at him and put hers on as well. Hers looked a lot cuter than his did.

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

I can’t see too much of the feisty fighter that Aiden has assured me she should be, and the others are picking up on the tension between us. I spot salvation, or perhaps restitution, in the form of a ridiculous red hat with white polka dots. It’s made of soft fabric, with a square crown and a medium brim, and it has a stupidly cute bow on the front. It's over the top, cartoonish and adorable. “What about this one?” I pick it off the head-shaped dummy and pass it to Shelley to hand on to Jade. Reese and Shelley both eye me with caution, but the power of the hat is not to be denied. “It would suit you, Jade,” Shelley allows.

Sometimes you even have good ideas. I stared at G with my mouth open. In laughed? I kept looking at him as if a second head had popped out. Hunter, unwilling to argue, put on a cap and sunglasses. My God, a Mets cap and some ray bans have never looked so good on anyone. I think I drool a little while looking at it. I turned when I heard things fall. G was rummaging through my things. But what...? He pulled out a beret with a gesture of triumph and put it on his head. At that moment I did believe I had died. It was the strangest and funniest thing in the world. It seemed like a little girl wanted to play with him and just let it go. Also, to top off the outfit, she put on one of the bad pink

A laugh came out, "You look like..." I rolled my eyes, "A penguin I know." "Come on, wear my helmet," I shook my head no. He sighed aspirated, "Don't worry I don't catch a cold easily. Unlike you. Now please wear it." Even though he said 'please' he forced the helmet on my head after putting my hair to the side so it won't get tangled. "That's better, now let's go." He smiled gently and grabbed my hand swiftly, pulling me out from the shop and towards his motorcycle.

I looked good in my red tuxedo, red trouser and a black hat, and dark shades to compliment my looks and my gun in my hand. We arrived at the mall and went in. we drew a lot of attention, many knew me and they fretted at the sight of my presence. I stopped and scanned the stores and finally pointed at a particular store to do my shopping. As usual, once I pick a store to shop in, my men clears the customers in the shop and I shop in peace.

"Maybe that’s what scares them." She gave me a sad smile. "Maybe. But scared wolves don’t play fair." Around midnight, Red knocked once and tossed in a folder. "Intel. Fresh as hell. Don’t say I never did anything nice." I flipped it open. Surveillance photos. Kael with unknowns. Symbols on their jackets I didn’t recognize. Not standard Pack emblems. "Who are these guys?" I asked. Red whistled low. "Bloodhounds. Freelancers. Ex-pack, ex-law, ex-everything. You hire them when you don’t want someone to live long enough to ask why."

she softly said in my ear as she rested her chin on my shoulder. I pointed in the direction of the trees where I’d seen movement with a trembling finger. Rushing to the closet, she pulled out a long red cape. Tossing it over my shoulders, she adjusted the hood over my head. “Noah told me about this,” she quickly explained. “Apparently, werewolves can’t see red. It’s the same with some animals, so I believe him. He told me to cover you with this if we saw someone other than them around the house.”

Jangling can be heard as she maneuvers it and then reveals a harness that she had been wearing, full of a multitude of weaponry that is both impressive and scary. As she puts it down, a glint flashes in my direction and the shine is so bright, it can only mean one thing, her blades are made of silver. Silas allows his nails to elongate into claws, and crouches down ready to attack, Red simply stares back at him, still wearing her cloak. "You may remove your cloak if you wish, Red." "Thank you, Alpha Hades, but I prefer to keep it on. My identity must remain unknown, and I hope that you will respect that."