Red Hood Helmet Novels & Stories

Although chain mail was flexible and offered good protection, it could be pierced by an arrow or thin sword but the two weren't worried. Though they were native humans of Redberg Village, their family had been immersed into the mother church of the inshore region and offspring ahead. Hence, they wore the conventional armor of the church with a cross on the third front painted in red: anima skin sandals, copper shin and armor plate with a combat kilt, and chest armor made from strips of silver metal curved across the body. On their heads, they wore the brand red feather-topped visor that usually consisted of a hinged piece of steel that contained openings for breathing and vision. Appropriate

The old man nodded. He didn’t like the plan, but he understood it. “Very well. Good luck. And try not to die.” Hayward chuckled. “I’m pretty good at that, I’d say.” He started rifling through his bags again until he found what he was after: inconspicuous weapons and armor. Hayward put on a shirt that looked like it was merely a little stiff but actually had thin metal plates concealed in the fabric. He then concealed a pair of bracers and knives under his sleeves. If he was very lucky, he wouldn’t need any of it.

I can’t see too much of the feisty fighter that Aiden has assured me she should be, and the others are picking up on the tension between us. I spot salvation, or perhaps restitution, in the form of a ridiculous red hat with white polka dots. It’s made of soft fabric, with a square crown and a medium brim, and it has a stupidly cute bow on the front. It's over the top, cartoonish and adorable. “What about this one?” I pick it off the head-shaped dummy and pass it to Shelley to hand on to Jade. Reese and Shelley both eye me with caution, but the power of the hat is not to be denied. “It would suit you, Jade,” Shelley allows.

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

I smiled "Good girl" "I was sent by the Red Hood" she said I thought about the name for a second. It sounds familiar. I snapped my fingers in realisation. The Red Hood is an anonymous organisation. They went viral for exposing the dirty deeds of the government and the filthy rich. No wonder she asked me about my source of income when she thought I was drugged. "Go on" "Rhey paid me a lot of money to get some dirt on you" "So, you know who they are?"

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 was waiting for instructions in this impromptu operation. Ruby joined the back row quietly, without two pigtails but in a ponytail. A unique pink helmet wrapped around her head. She made sure her pack and RED-EYEZ's guard wouldn't notice her. "Everyone listen to me!" Haris ordered, his chest puffed out.

They don't want the world they have been guarding to be mixed up and destroyed. Ahead, Vasilio rode on a black bear gallantly. Her red hair was not covered by her helmet, only a gold cloth tied around her forehead. It was a piece of cloth that belonged to Cia and Vasilio had permission to wear it. He wanted to... remind himself not to hurt his idol.

"You—you're the one who—" Hilda stood in the doorway, still wearing the guard uniform but with the helmet tucked under her arm. Without the bulky tactical gear obscuring her figure, I could see her clearly for the first time since this whole nightmare began. Her red hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, damp with sweat from wearing the helmet. The intricate tattoo sleeve on her left arm was fully visible now. Her green eyes were sharp and alert, studying my face with professional assessment. She looked different somehow. Harder. More dangerous than the polite young woman who'd served dinner and chatted about her background.

The older braves no longer paid attention to them. “Go ahead, Sam,” Raja said. “Take a pick.” I nodded before glancing over the pile of loot; weapons, shields, armors, so many things to choose from. That samurai helmet looked cool, though. It was red with a beetle-horned crest. I was about to reach it when I discovered a cloth of black and crimson inside. I picked it up to check. Upon examining it, chills started creeping down my spine. “Ch-Chief!” I showed the cloth to everyone. It was a bandanna featuring a crimson eagle with its wings spanned upward.