Redhead Avenger Novels & Stories

Alpha Alvin shook his head dizzily as he tried to overcome the rush of dizziness he was feeling, the poison was making him weak, and he felt as though he wasn't himself anymore. "Gosh…." Red hooded man groaned with his hands on his waist as he walked to the front of Alpha Alvin. "It's been a long time since we met like this," he said and sat on a stool in front of Alpha Alvin, while Alpha Alvin stared at him with a cold expressionless face. "I couldn't touch you ever since you became an Alpha," the red hoodie man said with his hands crossed over his chest as he tilted his head at Alpha Alvin who only huffed silently as he closed his eyes before turning away.

And because of what he said, I don't know if I will be relieved or what. I know as well as the incident in my life that Alpha Desmond is busy with in his office right now. "Is that so? Ugh. I should have messaged the leader before I got here. It can't be helped. Maybe I'll talk to him tomorrow." After Davina said that, her eyes turned to me again. "We are different Aunt," he said and put the glass on the table, then crossed his legs and arms. "I had never seen this beautiful redhead before. Are you hiding him?” I blushed slightly at her words, which were obviously directed at me.

“It was you who broke through into the underworld” The red headed man smiled before me, the back of his hand wiping away the trail of red blood that flowing down his chin. “What is it that you want from Avalon?” I ask him, wanting to understand the reason for this whole farce. “I want nothing from that slut.” He spat onto the floor, his blood mingling with his saliva as he did so. My brow furrowed as I stood taking the man in, He cocky demeanour and smug smirk set a wave of rage through me like no other.

River Black Cinder had changed his attire (right in front of her, because of course) into something more suitable. He wore tight, oiled, red leather armor and pulled his long, crimson hair into a high tail. He looked even more handsome this way, definitely more masculine and intimidating. Likely noticing her appreciative looks, he winked at her, instantly infuriating her. It wasn’t a crime to look! It didn’t -mean- anything. She couldn’t help that she had eyes, and he was easy on them.

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.

I knew he was a Reaver, it was very easy to tell. I looked over at the other man, who had fiery red hair that was a bit unruly, and bright bronze eyes to accent his also perfect jawline. He was gorgeous, and had the most perfect teeth that he was flashing in what looked like a genuine smile at me. He was also wearing a suit, but he had surrendered the jacket and was just wearing a black vest over a metallic bronze button down. The pants were the same shade of bronze and I swear they were glinting, even in the low lighting of the Tavern.

"And miss tonight's fun?" "I wouldn't be surprised, Ava" she responded, emphasizing on my name. "Now get your ass there and fucking get my money for me, will you?" "I'll think of that," I joked, walking away from the counter to attend to my client. "You better!" She yelled. I rolled my eyes, clutching the badge in my hand. The badge was something I hated deep to my bones since it had done nothing but reminded me of who I was. An Alpha's daughter that was now nothing but a prostitute. A lowly werewolf that has to give her body in exchange for money because that.. that was the only way she could survive and it was all his fault.

Alda snapped. "I'm calling you a slut! What?! Are you happy now?!" Redhead had no idea who he was messing with at all. Frank was suddenly in front of him, lifting him effortlessly and throwing him to Alda like a rag doll. Then, he broke Redhead's legs while shoving his face to the dirt and snapped, "Apologize!" The punks behind Redhead were shocked—who was that man?! That was such a powerful move! Redhead, who had never been this humiliated before, was livid. "W-What are you spacing out for?! Hit him!"

“How dare you go against our Alpha’s decision?” The crowd parted to reveal a young, redheaded woman. She was clad in tight black pants and a matching long-sleeve top made of leather. Her smooth, round face twisted into a sneer, her nose up in the air as she stomped over to us. Avery ignored the other girl, despite the fact that the redhead got right in her face. “Well?” she demanded, hands on her slim hips. “Care to explain this sudden bout of disrespect?” Avery kept her head down, but she turned so she was facing away from the other woman and only facing Jared and me.

But he pledged to be patient and wait it out, till the soon to be alpha turns 18, and found his mate. "Sure, let's do that." The blondie commented, earning his respect. He thought that she was wiser than the three guys. Not because of what she had said, of course they would likely not get along, but because she had known that the human was still unaware of their kind, and was playing along with him since they both seemed to think alike in that way. She also, like him, didn't want the human to know or ask certain questions. The redhead already thought that he had been Clara, or was it Claire? He didn't know. He didn't care. But the redhead believed that he must have dated the latter sometime