Little Red Riding Hood Dark Novels & Stories

WOLVES AREN'T SCARED OF THE DARK. Fear of the dark is not fear of darkness itself but fear of possible or imagined dangers concealed by darkness. There was only one person why it was illogical and spurious for a wolf to be scared of the dark; because wolves were the thing in the dark.

I said as I grip on his wrist. "Of course, you'll go with me..." Well, that's a relief. Or he's just sca-- "it's so dark there. I forgot to turn on the lights..." that's it, he's just scared. This kid is really scared of the dark. I'm glad I'm the one who's blind and not him. He would probably lose his sanity if he woke up seeing nothing but darkness.

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.

The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy."

"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.

Sometimes curveballs turn into homeruns. I found a painting in the attic of Brookstone and promptly hung it over the fireplace. It’s the portrait of a woman wearing a long red cloak with several wolves behind her in the forest. The woman looks a lot like me. Call her what you want, Little Red Riding Hood, Scarlet Nightingale, or Great-Great-Great-Great Grandma. She was a lot of things, but just like me, she was, most of all, a Mage of Wolves, and there’s nothing else I’d rather be.