Red Hood Helmet Novels & Stories

The hood clung tightly to their shoulders but hung loose everywhere else and stopped just at their ankles, enough to give you a view of their thick black boots. I used my legs to flip myself backwards, onto my feet, and jumped back a few steps. "Who are you?" Despite my worry of our current situation, my voice came out loud and clear, as though this was a simple, everyday, occurrence. I had to force my eyes not to glance back at the boxes to see whether or not Liz was truly hidden and okay. Luckily, the person didn't seem to pick up on my unease and continued staring my with an analytical gaze for a while longer before, literally, shaking themselves back into reality. The person in the red h

For the past day that you were not around, our spies managed to infiltrate the Victorians and we managed to know that this war was actually instigated by a strange man that had appeared at their camp a month ago, bringing with him a healer. The man always wears a red hoodie that hides his face and it is always as if he does not want others to know who he is. At the mention of that man, Leila’s head started aching all of a sudden. Intense pain attacked her head such that she felt lightheaded. She felt that she had already met this red hooded guy even before the war last time. His dark lips seemed to be firmly etched in her mind though the more she tried to remember the harder it was.

She was wearing a completely featureless helmet, and its front face was absolutely smooth and uniform. It was menacing on a whole different scale, as though under the helmet was something cold and calculating. Similar to piloting cores, the inside of the helmet was simply a display. It showed a live feed of the outside through microsensors on its front face. Some of the bar’s patrons gulped the moment they saw her, and took a swig of their drinks. Their throats had suddenly run dry. Most turned away, not wanting anything to do with the woman.

My mind went back to their young Alpha attending Vanessa’s birthday and gifting her many designed swords. This sword sheath would surely be theirs. “Rihanna!” My head snapped to the entrance and I ran to meet Dara who called. Getting to her, there was a bloody solider a top her she was trying to save. The man’s armor design matched the sword sheath, it had to be his. He was a hunter from Red Moon Pack. I’ve never seen one. I dived into my bag and brought out items to stop the bleeding and ointment to hasten healing process.

I questioned rubbing my arms. “Hmm, Why not stop thinking and just do?" he said making me raise my eyebrow at his words. "What I'm trying to say is, you just have to do and be the best queen you can be, never let anyone tell you anything to put you down, you are no longer Noella of the shadow pack, you are now Noella Cindy James, Rouge Queen and alpha of this pack.” He stated. I smiled at that, Noella, Rouge Queen and alpha. That was right. I'm not the same me I was before, I'm me now.

The Beta ran after her, horrified. "Young lady, that was very close. Please let me take you back to the pack house where you will be safe! " He shouted behind her. She was not paying any attention to him as she joined the men in the front. The rogues where coming back with full force and she saw them, even in greater number. They had also been become embolden and they were now pushing back at them with even more force, pressure. Audrey heard the commands shouted by their leader who had on his helmet like everyone else except her. She was not on an helmet and the only thing she had was the breastplate and shield which she had retrieved from an injured soldier who was being taken away to the p

A large metal chair sits in the center of the room, adorned with restraints and wires, a sinister hint at the procedures that were to come. The twins presence was unsettling for me, I was at their mercy and I didn’t like it one bit. A doctor, clad in a crisp white coat, stands intently focused on an helmet, his gloved hands moving with precision as he worked on the device. The helmet itself was a sleek, silver contraption, adorned with a web of cables and wires that snakes out from it like tentacles. The cables was stuck to the helmet, pulsing with a soft blue light, as if channeling an otherworldly energy. The doctor’s eyes were fixed on the helmet’s visor, his brows furrowed in concentrati

When Drake hands me a helmet, I notice it's different to the last one. “I had it custom made for you, sort of a delayed birthday present.” He responds to my unasked question and he looks a little nervous, I'm not sure how to respond. Looking it over, I take note that it's black but there is a dragon’s head design on it. The scales are a darker green than the colour of my eyes, but its eyes match mine, emerald green with dark flecks. “It's amazing, thank you Drake.” I’m stunned by such a thoughtful gift, I immediately put it on. It fits perfectly, he smiles, grabs his own helmet and we climb onto his bike. I hug him around the waist and grip Fangs lead in my right hand, while speaking to his

“It was a zombie but... different. It seemed more wild—if that’s even possible.” “Wait... like what? Like a mutation?” “I guess...” “Fuck... I—Look, I’m glad you’re okay... Can you walk? Where are you hurt exactly?” I waved her off, ignoring how bad it hurt to twist and play unaffected. “Aww, look at you. All this attention’s gonna make me blush.” “Whatever, Superman, let’s go.” I faked a look of shock, clutching my nonexistent pearls. “How could you? You know I prefer Red Hood.”

I snarl, my jaw elongating into a muzzle, fangs glinting. She smiles. “I should think the red hood would give it away. But trauma makes things fuzzy. I’m the Red One. The head of the Riding Hoods. And I need you to come with us.” “I’m not going anywhere.” Her expression softens into mock pity. “I do wish you’d rethink that. I’d hate to hurt your mother.” “LET HER GO!” I roar, my claws gleaming in the dim light. “I swear on the Crone’s Dagger—I will not harm your mother if you come with me.”