Little Red Riding Hood Dark Novels & Stories

She takes a step back while gulping in fear. Damon looked at her and takes a step forward with an evil smile on his face. "Now where do you run little girl," he said mockingly. Emily immediately turns around and starts running but before she runs, Damon hit her head with the iron rod and Emily felt that her whole world is spinning. Blood was flowing out of her head and her vision got blurry. Damon again tries to hit her but her bodyguards came on time, "You stop right there." No 1 shouted and run towards that person.

This definitely meant the sun would be out in a few hours. “Well well well, boys. look what we have here.” A creepy voice came from the darkness of the forest, making the group almost jump in fright. Jake and Tomiwa quickly huddled and stood by Annabelle and Tisha while they held their weapons in alert. “SHOW YOURSELF!!” Tisha cried out in anger as she glanced around. For a while nothing could be heard.Then all of a sudden, 8 pairs of red eyes glowed in the darkness surrounding the four people. Tomiwa shrieked in fright as she saw the eyes and stayed close to Jake who was trying to compose him self.

Away from the cloud hanging over me. Later, at the Dovewood mansion, the familiar lemon polish smell felt less comforting and more like a suffocating blanket. Every shadow felt like Caden. Every quiet sound made me jump. I followed Mom from room to room, doing the lighter tasks she gave me, wiping dust from shelves, polishing glass tables. My stomach was a tight knot of dread. When would he show up? What would he want? I was in the grand living room, carefully polishing a silver tray, when I heard his voice. It was coming from the doorway.

The darkness behind my eyes shifted, swallowing everything until I wasn’t in the room anymore. I was back at the river. The river my mom had drowned. Cold water. Black. Endless. And there it stood. The shadow. But this time, I could see it clearly. It wasn’t just a shadow anymore. It had form. A massive wolf, larger than any I had ever seen. Its fur wasn’t fur at all but shifting darkness, like smoke woven into flesh. And its eyes… Blood red. Locked onto mine like it could see my soul. My chest tightened.

"Let me out of here!" "Are you sure that you caught the right woman, Gallard?" A beastly creature stood before him and nodded. I remember him. He was the one that captured me. "Yes, I am certain that it is her, Sir Riftan." the creature looked at me and crossed his arms. "The infamous Little Red Riding Hood of the Kingdom of Hezel." I scoffed and smirked. So these guys knew me huh. That's good. At least they know how murderous my reputation is.

I quickly walked over to Jack, who stirred in the bed, and crawled over his legs that were covered by the blanket. His eyes opened, and I bit my lip as they moved over the thin piece of clothing that covered me. What I had on was a simple seductive one-piece ensemble in red and white lace, paired with white stockings covered in Christmas patterns. "Good morning," I breathed out, and his eyes moved to meet mine. "Jesus Christ, Amanda," he whispered, resting his upper body on his elbow. I leaned forward with a small smile playing on my lips. "Merry Christmas, baby."

It locked eyes with the dark brown wolf. Mallory tried moving out of the way but the dark brown wolf snapped at her, keeping her in the area between the two wolves. The dark red wolf backed up and went to lunge. Mallory found herself ducking and the wolf went over her head. It landed in front of Mallory letting out a loud growl and lunged for the dark brown wolf. At the last second Mallory noticed the dark red wolf’s eyes glowing red with an amber ring and knew they were from Red Woods. She was torn between staying with the wolf and continuing her journey for help. If Red Woods were close by she had to let them know what was happening. She took off running.

Naomi is seated beside Citra and gives her shoulder an encouraging squeeze as well. Giving her a brief smile, Citra straightens and folds her hands in front of her on the table. She takes a calming breath before looking up at us. “The witch that attacked Brandon and the others was part of the Riding Hoods. The Red One is the highest witch in their order. They are a group of witches that hunt down and kill werewolves.” The room goes up in a roar of questions, all spoken at once. “You mean like Little Red Riding Hood?” Diego laughs.

He still wasn’t done with her. Ryder swiped to the next frame. Three hooded figures entered. Trailing behind them. Shadows clinging like dark intent. Shiloh whispered, “No…” Ryder zoomed in, though smoke, crowds, and lantern flicker blurred the shapes, their faces covered. But the centre figure… The coat… A deep, unmistakable red. Abel exhaled sharply. “I think it’s her, the Crimson Rogue? Intelligence suggests this is her preferred garb.”

he taunted playfully in a high pitch voice and Mj lightly punched him in the shoulder. “Little red riding hood...very funny” she quipped and Dante pointed toward a large red book at the very top of the pillar. “It’s that one if you want to read the original by Charles Perrault.” Mj grinned sideways at Dante before using Theron’s power to zero in on the title of the book he had been pointing at. “Dante it says Le Petit Rouge….I don't speak french.”