Little Red Hood Novels & Stories

She's the girl I met in the comfort room the other day. "Updates?" I asked in a monotone. I looked at her from head to toe. She's also wearing a hood, a red one though. She has a golden mask, I even thought, she is the red riding hood girl. Tsk. "We're scheduled after the battle of Deadly twins and Bloody gang. I also did some investigation, and you can't believe what was it" I tilted my head as I creased my forehead. "What is it?" I asked her still with a monotone voice.

It wasn't till it got close enough that I realized it is a woman. A creepy woman. Her face as white and plain as snow, her lips red as blood she also has a hood on. Covering every part of her head and body but her hands and face. But the most alarming are her eyes. They are somehow as red as blood but you still see red flames in them. Looking at her, I picture the cartoon snow white wearing red riding hoods hood. Bit this time, black and really long. The imagine her eyes as red and intense as you can.

_ At least it'll be quick," growled Till in the young Alpha's mind. Harry cracked his neck, tilting his head quickly to either side. Then he let out a heart-rending howl to make way for his wolf. The rogue, who until then had still felt confident, recoiled. Of course, he knew the Red Moon Alpha had to be bigger than average. Of course, he knew that the Red Moon pack had a reputation for being combat-oriented. But he'd never have believed such a young wolf could have reached such an imposing size. The red wolf towered over the rogue by a good three heads. He was so tall and imposing that his shadow covered the rogue's body completely and stretched out even further, far behind him. It looked l

“A Redcap is a type of goblin. Bloodthirsty, vicious creatures who roam ruins and forests. They kill frequently and brutally, dipping their caps in the blood of their victims. They have to. If the blood on their cap dries, they die. That particular tale stuck in her mind and she decided that she would become a type of Redcap. She took one of her grandmother’s traveling cloaks. One that her grandmother often wore when riding. One that had a hood. And she dipped the cloak in the blood of the wolf. And she became The Red One. “She gathered witches to her cause, turning them against the werewolves in their villages and towns. All wore riding cloaks. All dipped their hoods in the bloo

I snarl, my jaw elongating into a muzzle, fangs glinting. She smiles. “I should think the red hood would give it away. But trauma makes things fuzzy. I’m the Red One. The head of the Riding Hoods. And I need you to come with us.” “I’m not going anywhere.” Her expression softens into mock pity. “I do wish you’d rethink that. I’d hate to hurt your mother.” “LET HER GO!” I roar, my claws gleaming in the dim light. “I swear on the Crone’s Dagger—I will not harm your mother if you come with me.”

Alora Denmark could only glance at the man she loves from afar. She sat outside her own quarter, her long, straight silver hair combed by two of her servants. She noticed the girl in red hood enter the main common room. She knew it wasn’t Harper at first glance. Being her best friend since childhood, she knew Harper by very first glance. Now, half an hour later, she saw the same hooded woman get out of the room. She was holding her forearm. It was bleeding.

Rose got up early in the morning, got ready as usual in her favorite color and favorite dress, a red long frock. Since childhood she likes red the color most. When her mom was alive, she used to make her wear red color on her every birthday and after her demise, her caretaker, aunty Mona, Laura’s mother carry on this tradition. When she has grown-up enough to get ready by herself, she only wears red dresses on her birthday specially frocks.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.

There was another voice within her voice when she spoke. “ The one you seek is close by but you have to hurry because as each day passes she gets closer to her destiny. You have to get her before she finds her mate. You will recognise her by her hair. It is red in colour and glows when she uses her powers” said Ayan. She opened her hands, she was holding a white pearl. “ This will help you to identify her quickly. It will glow in her presence” said Ayan as Kasha came forward to collect it.