Red Hood Red Hood Novels & Stories

He still wasn’t done with her. Ryder swiped to the next frame. Three hooded figures entered. Trailing behind them. Shadows clinging like dark intent. Shiloh whispered, “No…” Ryder zoomed in, though smoke, crowds, and lantern flicker blurred the shapes, their faces covered. But the centre figure… The coat… A deep, unmistakable red. Abel exhaled sharply. “I think it’s her, the Crimson Rogue? Intelligence suggests this is her preferred garb.”

(most of which were known to be unauthorized. Appearance: 5'6", 130lbs, bright blonde hair, blue eyes. Husband: Weyland Brochade Red Hood Legacy HIGHLY DANGEROUS & DISTURBED Run if encountered

I was now busy when a call came through and I hated the voice I heard from the other end. "Enrico McDonald, what do you want?” I asked in my cold tone. “Nothing that DeLuca could offer. Anyway, there is a Red Rose Ball tonight, and we would want to see you and your wife there — if she is even willing," he stated before hanging up the phone. Enrico is such a fool; despite knowing that he cannot compete with the DeLuca Empire, he invites me to gatherings where I can humiliate the crap out of him. "David, get the guards ready; we will be attending a Red Rose Ball tonight, and McDonald's will also be there," I remarked as I made my way upstairs.

A tall handsome figure stood in the place of the boy when the light disappeared. The man had white hair and white beards. His iris were red and they were glowing. A staff appeared on his right hand. Rick could tell that he was very powerful. “ Now let's get down to business.” said the man named Arthur as he sat down and faced Rick. Then he continued “ I heard you need my help” he said to Rick. Rick looked at him still unable to say anything. He laughed. “ I know. I know. I don't look like an elder. I get that a lot. Oh where are my manners?. My name is Arthur and I am an elder from the hearthstone coven” said Arthur as he introduced himself to Rick.

On cue, men with weapons, with the same tattoos emerged from the shadows. My eyes widened when I realized what their tattoos means. It's an arrow and a sword depicted together with a gothic letter R in the middle. These men are rebels! "The master will love this. Let's bring them to our hideout. Take them to the wagon," one of the rebels ordered. "NO!" I shrieked and elbowed the man who was holding me on my left arm. He lost his grip on me as he fell to his knees. He was clutching his stomach while grunting in pain. I shifted my haze to Ayla and I saw how she tried to free herself from the men. She succeeded which made the rebels frantic and furious.

His words caused thunder in broad daylight. …what? His friend also squatted down. He poked the red liquid on the ground and sniffed it. "Yes. It's animal blood. We're both hunters, so we're very familiar with this smell." He then glanced at Thea. "You didn't lie to us, did you?"

And Marie hopped on the bus. The ride went on for hours, but it still wasn’t long enough. On the final leg of the journey, she found herself glancing longingly at the countryside, at the other passengers, at anything that she could think about wistfully. She did not want to be where she was going to be. She didn’t want to see the original monster. Marie carried a tiny scrap of red hoodie that the police said she could have. It was cut out of the original and hemmed neatly around the edges. No fraying. No sawing of blood and bone and fabric and darling little girls.

With something feral and electric humming under my skin. Another growl sounded deeper, commanding. The wolves froze. A figure stepped from the shadows. Not a wolf. Not entirely human either. He stood tall, broad-shouldered, his eyes a molten gold that pinned me in place. His presence pressed down on the clearing like gravity itself. The other wolves lowered their heads instinctively. A rogue, my mind whispered, though I had no idea how I knew. He looked at me the way a hunter looks at prey and then the way a man looks at something that shouldn’t exist.

◦•●◉✿ Who wants to leave, Leave either way. ✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 Despite being the worst morning of this month, somehow it’s not the worst day. Today is Friday, which means 𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬. Today our group is together which means— 🅽🅴🆆 🆁🅴🅴🅻.

He grins, standing taller as he takes me in. Then he whistles, and a moment later three men find their way to the clearing. The first is a blazing redhead with piercing green eyes, his buddy has raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark eyes, his physique is the only one I’m concerning myself with as he looks closer to my size and the look in his eyes is one of murder.