Little Red Riding Hood Dark Novels & Stories

Armed with an extra blanket that she found from the cabinet near the bathroom, Morana wrapped her body with the blanket. Even though it's not as warm and comfortable as when she sleeps on the bed, but at least it's good enough to get through this night. Before going to sleep, Morana turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim moonlight on the night sky to illuminate this room, because of the pouring rain. Morana loved this kind of dark atmosphere, making her feel like she could hide in the dim night, as if her existence had no meaning so nothing could hurt her anymore.

Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point." Directly looking into his eyes, Leo asked, "Who are you?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Romano burst into hearty laughter and said, "Come, let's go with me." After Mr. Romano's invitation, Leo followed him through the dimly lit corridor. They proceeded towards a spacious lounge adorned with black sofas and walls painted in a dark grey hue. Mr. Romano and Leo walked through the underground space until they reached a big black horse statue. Mr. Romano turned the horse's head, and it revealed a secret door. This was the way to the basement.

Trios were allowed to exist again. But right on the heels of that, a group of witches showed up—called the Riding Hoods. Yeah, as in Little Red Riding Hood. Turns out the old story was true. The original Red was killed by a rogue werewolf. Her sister got revenge, then decided her new life mission was killing every werewolf on Earth. She built a cult of twisted followers, and now we’ve got a bunch of mummified witches coming for our throats. We beat them back in America, sent them crawling back to Europe. But they didn’t stay quiet.

(THE ROSES) “La, la, la, la, la…” Humming an eerie sound in the tone of a nursery rhyme of ‘Bla-Bla black sheep’. A light but echoing footstep is engulfing the entire place as a silhouette of a girl with a deep red colored eye that resembles blood, illuminated in that dim place under the bright full moon. With her reddish-brown hair and picture-perfect modeled walk, she smiles cunningly as she looks in front of the ‘Death Temple’.

I turned back to face her blankly and she stayed silent for a moment before speaking. “You were in one of the Packs in the north and it was noontime.” She started to say, as if telling me a story. I listened and, with her following utterance, I realized it was my actual story. “You and the other were seated casually and resting. And then you all stared at a distance and saw…” “The Dark One.” I completed her line for her, realizing that I now knew what she had been referring to. I remembered. “He was like a.. a shadow, darker than the surroundings around him, and then his eyes… his eyes were red. They were glowing red.” I stated and Anne nodded.

I dropped more blood on their faces, and they were now too weak to even growl because of the excruciating pain. Wolfsbane lit your blood on fire. I tightened my cloak and pulled my red hood over my head, keeping my head low as I dashed toward granny's cabin. Time to leave the pack. I wore a red hood cloak ever since Granny told me the story of Little Red Riding Hood. Werewolves attacked me all the time, and I wanted to be a cool wolf-hunter version of her, handling all the bad wolves that attempted at my life neatly. They didn't scare me anymore, what scared me now was--

the woman croaked and suddenly shifted her gaze to me. It seemed as if time slowed. I saw horror in the necromancer’s eyes. He moved aside and stretched out his hand to touch me and draw me close to himself. But at that moment, Livia Rendan threw forward her crooked wrist. Something dark and slender flashed in her hand. I felt a blinding pain. I looked down and saw a long black shard sticking out of my breast. The Dark was surrounding it on all sides. It was clouding and emitting mist. The Dark was this shard.

There, the glowing red of an eyes surrounded the darkness with bizzare red light! The light of the bloody moon barely cross it, and the darkest forest barely came to view. It isn't some kind of a grandeur, but a scalp-numbing sight that crumbled the hope that barely materialize. I roared, broke the glasses of silence. “What are that thing!?”

Soon it would be dark, and Red did not know that she was being shadowed. The monster had been following her scent for miles, and now its luminous yellow eyes spied the girl in the gathering gloom. Her red hood bobbed along in the undergrowth as she worked her way toward the cottage in the distant clearing, and the creature knew it could have her long before she made the safety of the shelter.

Every piece of the disconcerting puzzle looked to fall into place the deeper she dug into Redwood's unsettling secrets, and the picture it was painting was far from comforting. The nights were long and torturous; sleep eluded her, haunted by visions of the deranged red wolf that was indeed, lurking within the hidden wings of Redwood. She couldn't shake off the images of its soulless, piercing eyes, reflecting a darkness that sent shivers down her spine.