Little Red Riding Hood Dark Novels & Stories

All she could see was darkness. She felt her body moving unconsciously towards a small red light. A hand reached out to touch the mysterious light, but it disappeared. She blinked her eyes once she gasped upon seeing a wolf-like beast with blood-red eyes and sharp fangs snarling at presence. The sound of rough knocking on the door awakened her from the dream. What the hell was that? Iris questioned herself.

The moonlight that had been streaming through my window was gone, blocked by something that moved. Shadows. Living shadows with burning red eyes. Six massive wolves made of pure darkness stood in my room, their forms rippling like smoke. They didn’t breathe. Didn’t make sound. Just stared at me with those horrible red eyes, dripping malevolence. My scream caught in my throat as the nearest one lunged. I rolled off the bed, hitting the floor hard. The shadow wolf’s claws raked through my pillow, shredding it. Feathers exploded into the air.

It wasn't until its face appeared under a light, that she saw eerie red eyes and sharp, glistening teeth, and realized what was happening. Her body immediately froze and time slowed down. A child's scream echoed through her head, yelling out her name in anguish. Movements and flashes engulfed her vision and her heart jumped to her throat; she couldn't breathe. All of a sudden, she was shoved aside, looking at Victor, she saw him mouth 'I'm sorry'. In the next moment, he tossed his glasses and jacket aside, took off into the park at top speed, and hit the ground on all fours just before shifting. It felt like a dream. Everything was blurred around her; noises were low and muffled like the vo

“Tell me, when you hear footsteps in the woods at night, when you feel the air shift, do you really believe it is the troubled wind?” Her voice lowers, “He is out there. Watching. Waiting. And when the time is right, he will finish what he started for he doesn’t back down. He is not a coward.” My breath shortens. She takes another step closer, close enough that I can see the faint shimmer of power around her, threads of red light woven into her aura. It was not natural and definitely it wasn’t pure. “Dark magic,” my wolf whispered. The kind that eats at your soul slowly.

And Marie hopped on the bus. The ride went on for hours, but it still wasn’t long enough. On the final leg of the journey, she found herself glancing longingly at the countryside, at the other passengers, at anything that she could think about wistfully. She did not want to be where she was going to be. She didn’t want to see the original monster. Marie carried a tiny scrap of red hoodie that the police said she could have. It was cut out of the original and hemmed neatly around the edges. No fraying. No sawing of blood and bone and fabric and darling little girls.

A journey that she would never, ever forget. After napping for about two hours, Roselle woke up and readied herself for the long journey ahead. She had a small chat with the old innkeeper when the old lady had brought her meal in and she had told her that they needed to cross the Dark Valley before the day ended because that place was very dangerous. She said that the Dark Valley was a peculiar dark forest through and through. Roselle had also heard before from one of their soldiers that the Dark Valley was the place where the Werewolves loved to ambush the human soldiers in every war. It was said to be the first and hardest hurdle for humans to cross every time they invaded the Werewolves l

Red hood covers her head which hung until her waist, a white frilly shirt tucked in a checker knee-length black and red skirt, and a pair of black socks with a pair of black sneakers. It's a strange sight alright, with how she dressed like a common girl on a Christmas night from my old world. “Do you think she is behind all of this?” I tried to guess. I know I wouldn’t get much from throwing out random guesses and wait until one suits the situation, but there are few options as to why a human, if she is one, would seek help from the goblin races. “What? Are you talking about interracial-” Oops. I placed a finger on his lips and side-eyed him. “This novel is supposed to be PG16 so let’s keep

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

“Which way to go?” Eka onyx stares into Roy’s grey pupils. “The closer one” he replied indifferently * * * In the meantime… Rina felt a tumultuous pain in her chest, the next thing she knew was darkness engulfed her vision. She is awakened in the barren desert where she meets her twin once more, Lydia the seducer of men. Lydia is used to the vulgar nickname Rina gives her, her host was never into her anyway.

We had to work together to make it out of here. Finally, we reached the top landing that led to the roof but the sight that met my eyes made my blood run cold. Several figures clad in dark cloaks blocked our path to the steps leading to the roof’s emergency exit. Their eyes glowed a sickly red in the dim lighting. Was this a side effect of their dark blood magic? The glowing red eyes was something I had never heard of before.