Little Red Riding Hood & The Big Bad Wolf Novels & Stories

She was walking in a dark forest; “Is that a red cap that I am wearing? Am I… Red Riding Hood?” Red Riding Hood wandered alone through the dark forest on her way to her grandmother's house. Suddenly, she heard a sinister howling sound that echoed through the trees. She tried to hurry along the path, but the howling grew louder and closer. As she looked back, she saw two glowing blue eyes glaring at her from the shadows. It's the Big Bad Wolf, who has been stalking her all along. Red Riding Hood tried to run, but the blue wolf was too fast, and soon he was upon her.

It's a sight no man or monster can forget. I keep thinking about the fragile girl who lured the wolf into the woods to kill it. Sometimes I feel like the whole act was nothing but a play of my father's imagination - he created his own version of the Red Riding Hood. One that would kill any wolf in her way for his own good. My mind almost stops when I hear someone call my name. I look up and notice everyone staring at me.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

The other werewolves also helped in getting them to safety. The sky was clearing out, meaning that the werewolves were some minutes away from transforming back to their human form. Seeing that the cubs were out of danger, Anya turned away from the hunters to head to her cave when she heard the gunshot. The bullet was headed straight to her, but there is a reason a werewolf is different from a regular wolf, it is faster and stronger. There is also a reason why an alpha is the leader of a wolf pack. He is faster, stronger and reads minds. Anya is different. She is everything an alpha is and can control mere objects. She only had to glance at the dangerous substance headed for her head and it

She squeaks, and as she sits up, I quickly shed my clothes. In the blink of an eye, I'm naked under her alluring gaze. She licks her lips, impatient to have me against her. - The big bad wolf is coming. Wait for me! - Wait, you can't do that! I'm not ready. - Oh, but you will be ready for me today. I move towards her. She pulls herself up to the head of the bed, and I follow. - Where are you going like that? You want to run from the big bad wolf? Huh?

And in every century, every historical period, a werewolf existed with some tale woven into the past. The truths of his kind danced around in fairytales too. Little Red Riding Hood was the werewolves’ biggest joke on humans. If only they’d known how true that story was. There’d really been an enchanting young woman named Red. Her hair reminded an old warrior werewolf named Grim about blood.

I hear cocky voices behind me. I look behind to see three men walking fast towards me. I start walking faster. They also increase their pace and now my heart is thumping loudly against my chest, my legs weak as fuck. What If they rob me? Shit! What if they rape me? Worst case scenario, what If they kill me? "You don't have to run Little Red Ridinghood. I am not the bad bad wolf," one of them says with a chilly voice. They all burst into a laugh.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

Any thought that makes me believe as if everything is going to be okay. My head raised hearing something running through the bushes over the wall and there I froze seeing it was the large dark wolf, I once saved at a younger age. "I wished I was free like you," I said softly now envying his life. Werewolves could go wherever they pleased and they were strong. It stopped and its blood-red eyes turned to look at me as if it could hear me. I was stunned. Its's eyes which were as red as the first time I saved it leered at me. My body was frozen by its stare.

This scream was much higher, and his body filled with fear. He ran toward the sound and couldn’t believe his eyes when Lola transformed right in front of him. His throat went dry when he looked at the massive red wolf whose ember eyes seemed to stare right into his soul. At that moment he knew where he had seen those eyes before, it flashed right before his eyes: the image of him pushing the Fire Wolf baby into the river.