Red Hood Helmet Novels & Stories

"Whatever. Stay on the topic." "Okay. So....where was I? Oh yeah punishments! That chain," Arjun pointed to the pillow, "is damn important to Rendells. It is a warrior helmet, a symbol of Rendells. It shows their power and position in the circle. Only important people have it. Now tell me what will they do if they know their precious thing was taken by someone else. Are you ready for their punishments?" Arjun asked with an expressionless face. Neal gulped down and looked at his hands and beautiful nails. He fisted his hands pulling them to his chest.

Mang Rosito added. Rea immediately put hers on. Even Ryan wore his hard hat without hesitation. She picked up hers and studied it first, trying to figure out how to wear it properly. She had never worn anything like it before. In fact, she didn’t even know how to properly put on a motorcycle helmet. She was caught off guard when someone suddenly took the hard hat from her hands and placed it on her head. Her heart skipped a beat in shock as she slowly looked at the man standing in front of her.

she said, looking the man over. He was lean and muscular. He wore a helmet with a dark visor which covered his eyes and a tight orange beard which wrapped around his pale face. His uniform was that of an officer's with a high ranking insignia, one which Avera well recognized. It was the symbol of an eagle with outstretched wings and a rolled map in its talons, the emblem of the High Colonels.

It didn't scream wealth like the ones I watched. "Lexus, Gamara...." Said the man sitting on a big chair that you thought was from Game of Thrones. "Supremo...." The man said so we followed suit. "I'm going to ask you to do something." The man said to us but my eyes were on his head. He is wearing a golden helmet with a small wing design. Like a typical greek goddess helmet. In men's clothing, this is the only difference. "What is that, supreme?" Cayden asked the question! And it's rolling! Yes, the acting feels great!

he said quietly. Mary peeled off her sundress in one motion. No bra, no panties just smooth skin and the soft clack of plastic as John helped her slide the shoulder pads over her head. The hard plastic cups framed her breasts perfectly, leaving them exposed. The pads sat high on her shoulders, making her look like a half-armored goddess. He buckled the chin strap on her helmet last, tilting it back so her ponytail spilled out. Then he stepped away and looked at her. Football pads. Naked everywhere else. Floodlights turning every curve gold.

who hadn't gotten over the human's betrayal, openly glared at her. Gwenna wore a long hooded cloak and her hair was packed up in a bun atop her head. A bandage covered her forehead and temple, wrapping around her head. There were ugly scratches around her neck and her throat was covered with a thin band-aid that was about four inches long. The thin strap matched her skin color, blending with her olive skin tone. One side of her face had turned blue-black, her left eye had a purple ring around it and she had a swollen and cracked lip.

Exposing the letter ‘U’ marked at the back of his neck. “What a waste, look at those royal guards, ain’t you guys useless. To be a guard for these great men. Is just a waste of time if you ask me.” A female voiced wearing a full scale mail with a plume of white feathers attached like a comb on his helmet without a weapon held but a gothic war hammer strapped on her right side with the letter ‘L’ designed on her gauntlet.

At least they know how murderous my reputation is. "The Little Red Riding Hood? Ah, yes. Truly." the complacent man on the throne, who they have addressed as 'Sir Riftan' nodded, while inspecting me. "That explains the resplendent crimson fabric of camouflage, earlier." "It's called a hood, psycho." I informed him and then at my clothes. I noticed that I have been changed clothes, and that made me even more irritated. "Who told you to change my clothes?" I faced the Were named Galland, and gritted my teeth.

Eric was wearing a black and white uniform with a Ying Yang symbol in the middle and held a helmet with two slanted triangles on the sides. Rick wore an orange and brown outfit with a bear claw on the left side of his chest. He held a helmet that only revealed his mouth. “My name’s obvious on my armor: Ying Yang,” Eric said. “Nice rabbit ears,” Daryl joked, referring to Eric’s helmet. “It’s designed to help him focus on telekinesis,” Rick said. “While you, Maddie, and Natalie were gone, Eric told me it was difficult to focus when he used telekinesis, so I thought this would do the trick.”

I saw two color markers and collected them. "Are those for the little boss?" Hazel asked as I stood up and I nodded. My eyes strayed behind her as the door opened, a tall man walked in clad in black, he wore a black short-sleeved shirt exposing his huge inked biceps, his shirt clung to his muscles clung to his shirt and I swallowed a hard lump in my throat. Those weren't the reason why I was staring, it's the helmet on his head, he wore black gloves matching his black on black outfit.