Red Hood Novels & Stories

Only the echo of her heartbeat remained. The rogue turned to her again. “You okay?” His voice was gravel and shadow, quiet but not unkind. Rhea swallowed hard, chest still heaving. “Who… who are you?” The hood shifted slightly. “Someone who doesn’t like hunters.” “You killed him.” “He would’ve killed you.” She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the wet blood—not hers. Still, her body trembled, unable to separate instinct from logic. “Why help me?” she asked.

Reed spat. The stranger chuckled softly. “No? And yet you stand here, broken, speaking to stone. That is not the stance of a man who needs nothing.” Reed’s fists clenched, but he said nothing. The figure stepped closer, until Reed could see the glint of pale eyes beneath the hood. “I know the one you want, the one who turned you away. The one who looks at the Draikos knight as if he were salvation. Raven, is she not?”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Katherine continued, "meet King Edward." Irina sized me up and down, her golden eyes sweeping over my face, my clothes, my sword. Then she tsked, turning away like I wasn't worth her time. She had one hell of a character. How were these two sisters? They were nothing alike. Then I felt a kingly presence. The aura was intense, powerful, even though the presence tried to hide it. I turned around and saw the Alpha of the Redmoon Pack standing in the doorway. Ian. Why was he here?

he said as he got himself comfortable in the chair, "I just wanted to give you something." Her heart jumped once again. Give her something? Francis never gave anyone anything... What was it? A warrant for her execution? "Here," He held out a bundle of black cloth that she hadn't realised that the had been holding, "You deserve it." Izzie frowned as she tentatively took the bundle, it had quite a weight to it and she felt something solid within the cloth. Unfolding it a little she saw that the black cloth was, in fact, a hoodie. Not just any hoodie one of the Guild's lightweight armoured hoodies. It was peculiar that it was black though, the standard-issue was

Jangling can be heard as she maneuvers it and then reveals a harness that she had been wearing, full of a multitude of weaponry that is both impressive and scary. As she puts it down, a glint flashes in my direction and the shine is so bright, it can only mean one thing, her blades are made of silver. Silas allows his nails to elongate into claws, and crouches down ready to attack, Red simply stares back at him, still wearing her cloak. "You may remove your cloak if you wish, Red." "Thank you, Alpha Hades, but I prefer to keep it on. My identity must remain unknown, and I hope that you will respect that."

She showed a calm look when she pointed her firearm at Wren. The enchanting woman had a black-colored rose tattooed on her chest. She was Black Rose from the Hatchet Gang. She was an extremely discreet woman. After the Hatchet Gang served under Harvey, she had been lurking around Mandy to protect her. Her fighting skills were mediocre, but she was a ruthless being of the underworld. With her firearm in hand, she had demonstrated quite impressive combat strength. Wren kept changing her expression when she saw the firearm pointed at her. She did not even have time to figure out why there was a gunner like this protecting Mandy.

I frowned and watched the same spot, there was a red dot that was blinking. They were watching us, shit. She grabbed my hand and wrote on my hand with lipstick. THIS IS HUMAN TRAFFICKING PRINCE OF GAIELIA IS HOLDING THIS. What the fuck? The kingdom of Gaielia, and Prince Felix Gaielia is the same age as Rhyker. I have no words honestly. She took a makeup remover wipe and wrote again on my hand, I wished she didn't use red lipstick though. PRINCESS GAIELIA IS INTO THIS.

"Where am I?" "You are in the Moon Shadow pack, Link. My name is Nicole Stone and the Alpha is my son, Jayson Stone. You came here two days ago and you attacked two people who are both currently in critical condition," she replied. "What? No. I'd never attack another person. You're lying to me. Tell me you're lying?" I panicked. I had never killed a person in my life unless they attacked me first and I had certainly never been one for going round, randomly attacking people for the fun of being able to do it.

The Alliance doesn't have enough time to get medical help for those who are bound to die. A loud cry for help catches our attention, and we immediately turn to the source of the sound. We see Aros pushing a young woman to the ground. She's a human, dressed in Alliance colours, far too young to be one of them. No wonder he mentioned that the Alliance is taking in children now, those lowly bastards. As the girl struggles under Aros’ paws, another voice appears in the background, and we turn our head in its direction. That's when we see him- that damn red cape freak. The bastard's here, and he's about to attack Aros. Over our fucking dead body. We take off and lunge at the bastard, jamming our