Red Hood Novels & Stories

He said, and I could not believe my luck. "Thank you." I said and sat on the passenger seat. As I watched us leave Redcape behind, my heart filled with joy. I never imagined that I would leave that place alive. I closed my eyes and thanked the goddess for what she had done for me. Hopefully, this will be the last of it. "I am Ebenezer Jenkins. What's your name?" He asked, and I knew I could not tell him my real name. "Annika Petrov," I said, and he smiled.

But when they stepped out onto the street, they were confronted by a group of hooded figures. "Going somewhere, humans?" one of them sneered. Amanda, Hannah, and Rajan stood frozen, their hearts pounding in their chests. They had stumbled upon something far more dangerous than they had ever imagined. The hooded figures stepped closer, and Amanda could feel their cold breath on her face. She tried to back away, but one of the figures grabbed her by the arm. "Let us go!" Hannah shouted, trying to free Amanda from the hooded figure's grasp. The figure turned to face Hannah, and she gasped as she saw its eyes for the first time. They were blood-red, with a hunger that seemed to pierce through he

the red hoodie said and patted Alpha Alvin on his shoulders, while Alpha Alvin's head bent downwards as he looked slightly at the red hoodie as he walked towards the table. Red hoodie suddenly picked up an iron rod which was resting on the table, before walking back to Alvin. "This is a payback for being such an annoyance all through my life for the past ten years," red hoodie said while pointing the iron rod at Alvin, and immediately, he began using it to hit Alpha Alvin's chest with all his strength, before kicking down the chair that Alvin was tied to, making him

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Headline: Local Businessman Alex Hawthorne Sabotages Competitor’s Deals Her heart pounded as she read through the article, detailing how Alex had been sabotaging Damien’s business deals. The article included leaked emails and documents, painting Alex as a desperate and deceitful man. Seraphina’s hands trembled, her eyes scanning the damning evidence. “This can’t be true,” she whispered, her mind racing. She quickly called Alex, but his phone went straight to voicemail. Frustrated and hurt, she grabbed her coat and keys, determined to confront him in person.

In the chaos, Fiona died protecting Henry, and he escaped. I closed my eyes as my mind replayed the events that happened in the Red Hood pack. “Greg and I have a history with the Red Hood pack,” I said, breaking the silence. “I know about the tragedy he caused and the innocent blood he spilled. He was punished by being stripped of his title,” Dad said angrily. “Why is he coming after you, Liam? His pack punished him, not you. So why is Macy out there, alone and scared, in the hands of this lunatic?” Derick demanded.

Then one again. My signal. I opened it, and in stepped a hooded figure. She pulled down her cloak. Rhea. Her red hair was damp from the mist outside, her boots caked with mud. Her eyes were tired, rimmed with shadows. She had been working harder than she ever had for me. That made her dangerous. “You came through the path I marked?” I asked. She nodded, dropping her hood. “No one saw me.” “Good.” She stepped toward the fire, holding her hands out to the warmth. “It’s happening,” she said quietly. “After Aidan spoke out last night, two others came to me today. Edrin and Malric. They’re starting to question Ivy. They're listening more than they should.”

NOVA Theodora's handshake is firm but not painful, thankfully. Her hand is also warm and calloused as though she's handled heavy jobs all her life. She looks quite young, but I have a feeling that she is older than Rhydar. She flashes me a smile that makes her blue eyes twinkle. "I'm Rhydar's PA." ...His what? I blink, unsure if I misheard. "Wait. PA? As in—" "Personal assistant," Rhydar cuts in, appearing beside her. "But don't let the title fool you. She's more lethal than half the instructors here."

It was the older red-haired woman from before. "The Jade Scythe in the flesh. Again," she said casually leaning against the seat, a smile on her face. "I should be honored really. You're a legend," I said returning her smile. "The Crimson Raven who took down half a Russian military base all on her own." "I did didn't I?" the red-haired woman boasted and brushed invisible dirt off her shoulder. "Need a ride?" "Yes please," I said opening the door and getting in the front seat with her. She reached into the back and grabbed a first aid kit, handing it to me. "Thanks."

I say. Rhoda scoffs. “So dramatic.” She rolls her eyes, then turns and walks away. Seconds later, she returns with another tulle dress in her arms. I blink, stunned. I glance around, mentally counting to make sure all eight of us are present. “I knew somebody would try to ruin this performance by being irresponsible,” she says coolly. “It’s my first time taking lead, and I won’t let anyone ruin this.” I look up at her. Rhoda, like most werewolves, is tall and striking. Her thick black hair falls in perfect waves over her shoulders. Her hazel-brown eyes— unlike her brother’s — are sharp.