Red Hood Quotes Novels & Stories

“Good people at least try to make up for the wrongs that they did and… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe Rhods was a good person.” Fuck. That burned coming out of my mouth. “Is that so?” An amused, deep voice suddenly cut in, and I—along with everyone else—turned to face the enemy, my fists curling at my sides.

“The sacred key. I heard of a certain sharp-tongued lady who impersonated her twin brother. Apparently, she has the power of the—” Anger buzzes inside of me now. He clearly wants exactly what Alpha Roan does. “Shut your fucking mouth, you pervert. I’m not—” Rhydar slumps in my arms, and a cry rips out of my throat. I quickly cradle his head before he can smack it on the floor. “I don’t…I don’t want to die,” he croaks shakily and my heart shatters.

The pursuit of truth will set you free even if you never catch up with it. ~Clarence Darrow Raphael It had been a good weekend, one I hadn’t experienced in the longest time and it was all because of one person. Small as she was, she held so much power and could turn even the shittest of days into the best with only her words. Over the past 3 days we had spoken, I found myself smiling and chuckling at memories of our late night conversations that would flash in my mind every now and then. I rarely smiled or was happy to talk to someone the way I did Lyra.

said the woman in the red hood. Raven's eyes widened, even more, she saw maybe the woman's face because it was facing her. Then Raven turned to ashes. I lost a friend again. Why do I keep on losing my friends? Is it what they called karma? But my friends have nothing to do with all the things I've done before! Even though Raven didn't consider us friends, she was still important to us. Even though she killed Lia, I didn't ask her to die. Then a woman in a green hood appeared next to her. The branches that wrapped around our bodies were gone. So we breathed a sigh of relief. We sat down while coughing.

“You’ve already rehearsed that line. I was looking forward to something new.” A flicker of surprise crosses his face. “Struck a nerve, did I?” “You struck the same nerve every other coward hiding behind ‘tradition’ has been poking since my father died,” I say. “Congratulations. You’re unoriginal as well as treacherous.” Marcus’s mouth quirks, just slightly and Hrolf’s jaw tightens. “You think words will save you when Redmaw comes?” “I think words will help me keep a pack worth saving,” I say. “Your way leads to a hall full of men too scared to breathe without wondering whether it will annoy the wrong person and cost them their lives.”

And if my tattoo wasn't enough, I also found a small necklace with an 'H' to layer around my neck, just because it makes me smile. "And how do you feel in such bright clothing?" I ask cheekily. I have to say that I love it when Rhode wears something I wouldn't normally see him in. I love his suits but seeing him in bright colours or shorts just makes me giddy for some reason. One day I'll talk him around to letting me paint his nails, he has such perfect nail beds for it. "I don't hate it, but I do miss being invisible" He answers with a faux pout.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 � �𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. – 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙢𝙖𝙣. *** "But... I want to ask you something... first... If I die here... would you really come and... punish God for creating... misunderstandings amongst us, sis?" Krishna whispered in a pain filled voice and winced, Maya felt her blood freezing and her heart stopping right at that moment.

I gave her my best puppy-dog pout. “Whose side are you on?” “Hoot’s, of course,” she laughed. “Good side to be on, too,” Hoot said. I sighed. “I guess I can’t win.” “It ain’t about winning, kid. It’s about living,” Hoot informed me with an air of folkish wisdom. “Can’t argue with that,” she said. “I, for one, would like to live.”

There was a case or two but it was too long ago that people already forgot. Red is a universal color among different beings– just like you said. Rogues and Postiche, Wolf and twin soul, to me there's not much difference. I would provide my simple explanation about it, according to what I know.” His voice was low and assuring, there was nothing persuasive about it and his grip on her had slackened such that she could release herself from his old but she just stayed there as she blinked back tears. Tears that she had kept buried within her all these days. Tears that surface from fear that she would go all her life without a single person caring for her for what she was.

Edward would have moved on to the next helpless girl. “I’m not a philosopher or a poet. I don’t know what love is other than a term people use to hurt each other, more often than not.” I take the cigar and press the red fiery end to the inside of my wrist. My skin sizzles, and pain shoots through my body. Still, I stare steadily into Red’s surprised gaze. “I’d cut my own heart out before any harm comes to Aurora, by my hand or anyone else’s.” Red’s eyes drop to my wrist where the cigar is burning through my skin. His face tightens, and he snaps his fingers. “You’ve made your point. I’ll spread the word.”