Red X Vs Red Hood Mga Nobela at Kwento

Trios were allowed to exist again. But right on the heels of that, a group of witches showed up—called the Riding Hoods. Yeah, as in Little Red Riding Hood. Turns out the old story was true. The original Red was killed by a rogue werewolf. Her sister got revenge, then decided her new life mission was killing every werewolf on Earth. She built a cult of twisted followers, and now we’ve got a bunch of mummified witches coming for our throats. We beat them back in America, sent them crawling back to Europe. But they didn’t stay quiet.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

Chapter 100: Not Too Shabby for a City Girl The men watched her as she went. As soon as the office door closed behind her, Rolly turned to Hunter. "You didn't tell me." "I didn't tell you what?" "That she looks just like Tara," the old man hissed. Hunter frowned and looked toward the office. "She doesn't look just like Tara." The old man pointed to his head. "Red hair?" He held his hand parallel to the ground. "Yea tall? Brown eyes?"

_ At least it'll be quick," growled Till in the young Alpha's mind. Harry cracked his neck, tilting his head quickly to either side. Then he let out a heart-rending howl to make way for his wolf. The rogue, who until then had still felt confident, recoiled. Of course, he knew the Red Moon Alpha had to be bigger than average. Of course, he knew that the Red Moon pack had a reputation for being combat-oriented. But he'd never have believed such a young wolf could have reached such an imposing size. The red wolf towered over the rogue by a good three heads. He was so tall and imposing that his shadow covered the rogue's body completely and stretched out even further, far behind him. It looked l

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.

he asked him as he raised his shirt and inspected his wound. Rick groaned in pain. The wound was bleeding profusely and if the bleeding was not stopped in time, it could lead to fatal consequences. Arthur looked outside the shield and saw that lady Amelia and the demons were trying to break the shield. He quickly re-enforced the shield and turned back to Rick. He opened Rick’s shirt and started healing him. He infused his spiritual powers into the wound and Rick watched as the wounds closed up. His pale lips started regaining some colours. Arthur brought out a vial from his cloak and opened it then he put it to Rick’s lips.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

POV: Calista Rivers The front door was already disintegrated. The smell of sulfur and burning chemicals instantly filled the small room choking out the scent of old wood and rain. I didn't blink. I didn't shield my eyes. The cold concrete in my chest kept me perfectly still while the smoke rolled in. Through the haze, three silhouettes filled the shattered doorway. They wore the heavy, obsidian-plated tactical armor of the Council Enforcers their helmets fitted with glowing red visors that cut through the smog.

His leg swayed with the wind as he continued to observe the other alpha from afar. His mind was still boggled by the beautiful assassin he had met during the dinner. He had never expected that the infamous and notorious Red Riding Hood would look that lovely in her seducing, crimson dress. The moment he saw her, he knew that the woman was special. And indeed she was. She was nothing like the rest of the women he had met. Ruby Vermilion was tough to get and clever. Her dainty chuckles and narrow looks made the alpha discreetly gain interest in her.

My mind was still marveled at how she could appear as a young, sea-blue-eyed innocent girl who dressed in a velvet red hood but possessed the killing instinct of a swift assassin. I noticed her entire hunter outfit. It was elegantly made up of various shades of red and black, with red as the primary color on the main suit. Over her suite was a sleek-looking leather jacket with black asymmetrical backcloth hanging like a tuxedo tail. Even her combat boots were patterned with light-red strokes. Unlike most hunters, red seemed to be her signature color. My red rose. The thought seemed to come out of nowhere and entered my foggy head as my eyes traced over the beautiful huntress. Her fingerless