Red Hood Novels & Stories

Rose interrupts him, “I know brother that Alexander Jones is a police officer. Don’t worry, brother, we are not together anymore. We had the breakup, you can rest assured about my safety.” “Brother, it’s my time to visit the church, I will go first.” Post completing her words, Rose didn’t look in his eyes and walked towards her car. Sometimes later when Rose was coming out of the church when few suited people abruptly came in front of her and blocked her way to make her stop. “Miss Rose Walton?” A man asked. “I am Henry, an officer of special police service, assistant of Alexander Jones. We are investigating the case of Red Rose and have permission to cross-questioning you. I request you to

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

He seeks redemption for the sins he committed, well guess what, Mother Luna is in a generous mood and will offer him a chance. Outside the cabin, far away from the surrounding trees, a woman dressed in a black cloak carefully watches as the scene unfolds. The werewolves carry an unconscious Arthur Smith and Lenna’s belongings with them to their pack. Her cold kohl lined eyes glint with the promise of serving pain and a cruel smile dances on her red-painted lips. Let the dance begin!

"Now I want you to really think about what you are going to do, because that was my last warning. I will not tolerate your insolence. Do you want him to die?" I shake my head, my voice low and broken. "Please don't hurt him, I'll obey." he runs his fingers down the side of my face gently, wiping away the tears. "That's a good girl, if you eat this porridge I have bright, I'll unchain you. How about that?" "who are you?" I whisper, looking into his green eyes. he smells like a rogue, but also not like a rogue. It was confusing. "I'm Drax stone. The leader of the rogues, their alpha as some say." He says with pride, "I have allowed myself to build the biggest army that any pack has even seen w

Those eyes, it was the same with the woman and Sheehan the Shaman. He looked at Fhae and gargled in a cold voice. “Who are you?” Fhae burrowed her eyes in worry and confusion. “Ryder, what do you mean? I–” Ryder let his blade fly without a warning. It passed through her but he hit the right spot–her heart. Her image shimmered, replaced by a hooded woman in khaki clothes– the color of Hearth. As soon as the blade passed through, Fhae’s image returned.

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The innocent sweet girl who followed her father everywhere. Was not so innocent now. After the attack that night. She got banished and was not seem anywhere by anyone. She became just a memory. Ardo tried finding her, but there were no traces of her. She just vanished. Untill the day he saw the man everyone called ' Viper' with my own eyes. Those brown orbs behind the mask, were too familiar. That thin frame, that familiar scent. It was her. He could bet. And I was right. She lived all these years under the mask of a mysterious man which people referred to as the Robin hood. The man who is a hero for rogues and homeless, while a threat for the royals.

She hid behind a parked car then took out her phone, turned on her camera and started taking video of the whole thing. Natasha was in her Viper suit, fighting alongside the Pink Projectile and the mysteriously familiar woman in red. All of them were facing off against the hooded figure. It was pretty hectic trying to keep up with all the intense action as cars got blown up, buildings being smashed and the very fast movements of the three speedsters.

I asked Lilith as she stood in front of me. I wasn't sure why I was so mad at Della but it had to do with the fact that she trusted those fucking mutt Rogues. Maybe my father was right. They were all just the same in the end. Della chose to go with them and understand them. I supposed that my anger was directed more at my past. When Hailey died, she didn't just die. She was brought forward by other members of the pack as being traitorous when a few of our werewolves were being targeted by the Rogues.

“Have you received any contrary news about me?” “I haven’t,” Ghost frowned. “But I find it hard to believe that you came across the company of Xavier Damon and Alpha Joharres and you didn’t bring me any gift. The Rhea I trained is a skilled assassin. I was hoping to see a head or a prisoner.” “You know me too well, father,” Rhea smiled and turned around. “Han, bring in our souvenirs for my father.” The door opened and Han the Half man entered immediately holding a bag and pushing a girl in chains ahead of him.