Redhead Avenger Novels & Stories

Where they saw an injured Adrian struggling to herself from an unknown attacker. “Hey red! What happened to you ?” Vicegrip asked her as they ran to her side. " We got company! Not the friendly kind. " She said. "Well well well !" A mysterious young man said in a Jamaican accent. His appearance involved dark skin and long dreadlocks while wearing silver and black armor. “The legendary ominous as I live and breathe! ” “Oh great. “Vicegrip said. “And who is this dreadlocked loser ?” “This Bob Marley wannabe is the douchebag that attacked me and crashed the craft. ” Energygrid said.

She's not even sure if she has the strength to take the next breath. "My son," Ariadne cries. "We'll get him back," Anna says gently, holding up the blanket, her only means of survival. Ariadne curls away, the bones in her spine poking out of her skin. "V-Victor." Anna's eyes go dark. "F*ck him. You don't need him, Ariadne. Now get in this blanket." Ariadne's never noticed it before. When Anna's dark eyes glow, they turn red, not blood-red like Victor, but a glassy, shattered red.

“For the opening duel, we have two of our academy’s finest warriors—masters in their respective arts, ready to demonstrate the strength that is ours to bear. Warriors, step forth!” The platform trembled slightly as two figures leapt onto it, landing with a grace that immediately commanded the crowd’s attention. They stood, poised and proud, embodying fire and ice, both a stark contrast to the other. Red, Head of the Ashlen Flame Hall, clad in dark crimson armor, held a red halberd in hand. His hair blazed a striking shade of fiery red, matching the smoldering intensity in his pupils. The halberd in his grip flared to life, flames licking up its length, casting a fierce glow that heightened h

It was the older red-haired woman from before. "The Jade Scythe in the flesh. Again," she said casually leaning against the seat, a smile on her face. "I should be honored really. You're a legend," I said returning her smile. "The Crimson Raven who took down half a Russian military base all on her own." "I did didn't I?" the red-haired woman boasted and brushed invisible dirt off her shoulder. "Need a ride?" "Yes please," I said opening the door and getting in the front seat with her. She reached into the back and grabbed a first aid kit, handing it to me. "Thanks."

Angel is a fairly tall man around six feet with broad shoulders with a lot of lean muscle, a slight tan with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes. “Alpha Raven, it’s good to meet you,” Angel bows his head baring his neck making me nod while reaching out to shake his hand. “It is good to meet you, Angel. I hear you’re Alpha Osric’s brother and quite the warrior?” I question with a small smile as he firmly shakes my hand.

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

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.

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."

" Both Richard and Damon were so happy and sighed in relief as they now knew for a fact that Ava was still alive. Richard paced up and down as he thought about what Ava had said. She was going to escape from Scorpion tomorrow night with the help of someone called Red Blaze. Whoever this Red Blaze was, he had Ava believing he was working together with him whereas, he had never heard of the guy. He must be a rival of Scorpion and wanted to get to him through Ava.

I say more for me than for her. ‘We will hunt down each and everyone responsible for her attack and… rape… and kill them.’ ‘We will,’ I promise Raven. It does not take long to see the outskirts of the village. Hector and Conon are waiting for me and… the Omega. I realize I don’t know her name. Red. I decide to call her Red—the color of her hair—until she is well enough to tell me her name. “How is she?” Hector asks. “Alive, but barely,” I reply while I keep running until I reach the clinic. Hector and Conon follow me.