Red Hood Red Hood Novels & Stories

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

“Have a dose of Wolfsbane, Holly! And wait for me in the afterlife.” Wolfsbane! Irina injected Holly with f*cking Wolfsbane!

Dante's expression fell immediately when he saw a red laser light dot appear on Rose's forehead. She was obviously not aware of what was happening. As a reflex, he snaked his arm through her waist and pulled her away from the spot to his chest. Almost that instant a bullet went off and Rose screamed at the sudden fire. She was surprised at what just happened and looked baffled seeing the bullet that was now stuck in the middle of the same wall she was standing in front of, not seconds ago.

he replied. I growled again, but this time Edmond had his own question. "Who is your leader?" “The Red King!” “Oh my God, he's someone I have to ask for help when the war comes," I remembered. "You can't take her.If your boss has a problem with this, he can come here himself and we'll talk about it! " replied Edmond with his same Alpha voice. "No! We taking her, whether you like it or not! ", yelled one of the Reds. They have advanced, and so have we.

Jayson said seriously. "Jonah. That would be the name of the pack member who is stirring up shit," I finally spoke into the darkness. Well, the room wasn't actually dark, I was just sat in a dark corner and that made everything else seem darker than it actually was. "And good to know you always thought I was bad news Jackson."

she said—hugging them at once. Her movements halted when she felt a viscous liquid trickling down from underneath her ear. As she touched it, her eyes widened at the sight of her bloody hands. There, a pang of reality hit her. “Where… In the world am I?” The woman looked around, this time, not with the intention of admiring nature. But to find even the tiniest clue on where she is. There, she finally noticed how everything seemed odd. The trees that looked ordinary at first glance are now gleaming due to the crystals etched on it’s trunk. It’s strange twisting branches are now visible, swiftly moving with the wind.

I have feelings to consider, to understand and to feel that I just waited for someone that I deserve their love and deserves mine. I just bumped into someone who's fine-looking, he's named Articus Lawson. My future husband, the one that I am looking for. A tall guy with high regard to everyone. You kissed my forehead while laying down at your limb, you're holding a red thread and you tied it to our pinky fingers and asked, " You know this?" I looked at your dazzling eyes but I have no clue what it was for. " It is the Red ​Thread of Fate". I just closed my eyes. It was the last that I saw you and I couldn't ever open my eyes again. My last tears touched you, hope in our next life I can abut

Catherine should be near by now. Catherine was another Hell Hound and the last one she’d pull off guarding the Luna. She added three new Hell Hounds so they would have enough guards for Aricka and Evan. The mini pack needed multiple guards just to protect themselves from themselves. “Hey, Red. Where are you?” Another thing with the Dream Realm was the perk that packs could use telepathy between their members. It was a nice perk. Catherine Windsor was a transplant from across the pond. She was as British as you could get. “Bloody Hell. You yell when you think too? How do you not give yourself a migraine?”

The crimson and gold steel of the high council vanguard plates did not look like a beacon of rescue in the thinning alpine fog; it looked like a fresh executioner’s block. The heavy, gold-embossed pauldron caught the weak, gray light of the dying storm, casting a metallic glint down the shattered face of the basalt ridge.

The hood clung tightly to their shoulders but hung loose everywhere else and stopped just at their ankles, enough to give you a view of their thick black boots. I used my legs to flip myself backwards, onto my feet, and jumped back a few steps. "Who are you?" Despite my worry of our current situation, my voice came out loud and clear, as though this was a simple, everyday, occurrence. I had to force my eyes not to glance back at the boxes to see whether or not Liz was truly hidden and okay. Luckily, the person didn't seem to pick up on my unease and continued staring my with an analytical gaze for a while longer before, literally, shaking themselves back into reality. The person in the red h