Red Hood Helmet Novels & Stories

I replied, trying to speak better. “Th… they aren’t rogues. Th… they had black helmets on their heads, an… and they had gloves on their hands.” I described them while trying to remember anything else, discreet about their clothing but it was just a fleeting glance when they hit the car on my side and I looked outside before closing my eyes in fear. “Th… there is a tattoo on .. on his ne.. neck… at th.. the junction… th.. they were hunters.” I told him, gasping furiously in the process.

There was indeed a first aid box underneath his bed, but there was also something else. A weird black helmet, but it didn't look like the usual medieval helmets you saw on TV. It was more of a Ninja mask made of metal, as it only had space for the eyes. Though the hinges on the side proved that the part covering the nose and mouth could be opened. Recalling the bleeding chef in the kitchen, I tore my gaze away from the helmet to the first aid box. I grabbed it and hurried back into the kitchen. Theron was still standing the way I left him, his eyes narrowed but at nothing in particular. He was deep in thought about something, I guessed.

She had a perfect ass, and as she led him along like a pony, he was able to ogle without her noticing. “Here's your helmet,” she said, dropping his hand and handing him a hard hat. He nearly dropped it because he wasn't paying attention. His mind was still on her posterior. “Helmet?” he asked, turning it around. It looked rather goofy and not at all like something a cowboy would wear. “It's required on campgrounds,” she told him, putting her hands on her hips and giving him a no-nonsense look. “Carter wears one.” “Yeah, well, Carter does a lot of things,” he retorted, but he put it on to make her happy. She grinned at him and put hers on as well. Hers looked a lot cuter than his did.

"I have top-secret birthday plans." Abuzz with an unfamiliar tingle of excitement, Jenny braided her red hair in the bathroom mirror. She'd already added a bit of eyeliner and mascara, making her green eyes sparkle. Cole had said he had plans, and that she should dress for riding. She used a hair tie to finish off the braid over her right shoulder, then scanned herself. She'd opted to wear a hot pink t-shirt with sparkles accenting the V-neck. Her jeans were tucked into her riding boots.

Holly said also agreeing with Kerry. She had shoulder-length blond hair that was pulled back by a headband, keeping it out of her eyes so she could fight. Her body was toned with a good amount of muscle on it. She wore a black leather armoured sports bra type thing, exposing most of her toned upper body. Xolvioned guessed it was to help improve her agility. She also had a pair of long baggie pants on that were wrapped into her monk style boots. "Alright, you two I know," Vlad said in defence as he rubbed the back of his head.

His brow drew closer together. He turned to his brothers again. “You hear that? She said ‘Ow!’. That helmet is not safe. Get me another one. With a thicker metal this time. Do we have something made of silver? I heard that silver keeps werewolves away as well. Get me one with spikes! Wait no, she could injure herself with that one.” Eltur and Darem were leaning against the stable wall as they exchanged awkward glances at each other. They clearly don’t know how to respond to such requests. Beside Eltur, was a large crate full of helmets and chainmail.

"You must be joking." She rolled her eyes, laughing. "Don't be a cliché, hop on." She brought out two helmets, one looked like a typical helmet; it was black with a visor and everything, while the other looked like something a ten-year-old would use to ride a bicycle, not to mention it was hot pink. You got to be kidding me. "Sorry, I only have one helmet. This one belonged to Merlin, here." She gave him the black helmet along with her bag back.

Luna says. It takes an hour to drag the animal back home. As they are reaching their destination, they notice thst something is wrong. As they watch the house from within the woods surrounding the house they see what looks like armed soldiers. Most of the soldiers wear chainmail armor, a shield with a raven logo on it and a spear in their hand. There is one that stands out from the rest, a mage wearing robes with a raven logo on the back and a hood covering their head. As Skoll and Fenrir watch in confusion, Luna is the first one to speak. "Who do you think they are, and what do they want?"

He still wasn’t done with her. Ryder swiped to the next frame. Three hooded figures entered. Trailing behind them. Shadows clinging like dark intent. Shiloh whispered, “No…” Ryder zoomed in, though smoke, crowds, and lantern flicker blurred the shapes, their faces covered. But the centre figure… The coat… A deep, unmistakable red. Abel exhaled sharply. “I think it’s her, the Crimson Rogue? Intelligence suggests this is her preferred garb.”

Merigold says. He learns to hug her when she puts her hands on his chest " Hold that thought there is more." He reaches on the box and pulls out a large cloth bag, opening the bag he pulls out a brand new metallic black helmet. His jaw drops as he turns it in his hand. The helmet is detailed with a hand-painted tank with smoke coming out of the gun that forms the word Enforcer. The tank itself even has our Mc name and symbol on it. You can tell a lot of work went into it.