Redhead Avenger Novelas e Histórias

This was a well-calculated attack; what other Elder was here? There was a man with a long, ugly scar along his face; it seemed like she had some deep history with him. “Yakmesh!!!” I heard Ava growl at a man with a long scar. Her eyes began glowing red like she wanted blood. I heard she was a hybrid just like us, but maybe even more deadly since she is a bloody vampire.

I hiss at her. I fling her away from me, refusing to move, even though I know that she’ll be up and at me in a matter of seconds. Never back down from an enemy. It’s what I learned at the side of the Red One. And so I won’t back down, even in the face of a torturess of Hell. Predictably, the second that I release Megeara, she’s up and streaking towards me with a clawed hand. “ENOUGH!”

He glanced at Natasha as he talked and I wondered if she was the one who killed him since he mentioned facilitating it. I ignored it and looked forward again to prepare for whatever was coming. All of a sudden, the door at the other end of the hall burst open and I watched as several Vampires stepped in. They parted and someone else walked. Wait, that was Javier RedWood. "Ummm. Are you sure that Javier died??" I asked, confused. He was dressed in a long black leather coat and his super black and long hair fell over his shoulder. His eyes had a sparking green color and his lips were voluptuous red.

Peter dropped his hands. “You found out more quickly than I expected. That my dear is smart.” Avery looked at him from head to toe, she put her hands on the trigger. “I don't mind blowing off your head. Who are you?” She asked him, her head spinning from what's going on. He only smiled and moved. “I promise you, I will shoot you if you don't stand still and start talking” she said to him already pulling the trigger. “My Name is Arthur Crimson. The leader of the Crimson Red. Nice to meet you.” He said stretching his hands out for a handshake.

I say to her when Destinee shoves me aside and the other chuckle as she wraps her daughter in a hug. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry if I worried y’all. But as you can see, I’ve made some new friends. Mom, dad, you already know Alpha Silas aka The Savage One and this is his brother Alpha Griffin and these fine wolves that have surrounded Venom Fang are the Pure Rogues.” She says as Silas and Griffin both shift back and fuck me! Griffin and Silas are so alike, the only difference being that Silas is slightly older and bigger than Griffin. But Griffin has a scar on his face and has a man bun. They both nod their heads respectfully.

I clenched my thighs together as my core heat up from just looking at this man and his eyes did not miss that movement as he gave me a smirk. I cleared my throat trying to act like I was not affected by him as I took a sip out of my drink. "And who said I was alone?" I asked nonchalantly giving him my full attention as I crossed my legs together. He brought his face closer to mine and I held my breath as he whispered "I can tell" He whispered before sweeping his tongue across his soft lips. He leaned back on his chair as he eyes my body. "You look stunning in red," He whispered gulping down his drink. "But you'll look even better riding my dick."

His voice was no longer the low, slow and seductive tone. He had activated the killer tone as he charged at me, kicking the gun off my hand. He grabbed my collar and banged my back on the wall. “Hmm, someone is scared of death, after all.” I smirked, my tone was lower considering that we were now breathing on each other's face. He gritted his teeth and shifted his hold to my neck, gripping me tightly, and pinned me further into the wall while he put his head further close to mine till our noses were grazing together.

A newborn vampire had a hard time resisting any scent of blood. "One time, a newborn vampire in the encampment attacked her and drank her blood. He died about two days later." "So, she's a werewolf." The Alpha reviewed all the files and saw a list of covert operations conducted on many encampments. The main remark of each operation was a redheaded girl with electric-blue eyes known as the VIP. Each description matched Mira Red. He kept checking from one page to another. There were twenty-five pages of a long list of the people who died in her hands. Each page contained fifty names, and to think about it. That was a long list of killings for a lone rogue.

Alpha Draven, with his broad shoulders and honed biceps, towered over the three girls standing in front of him. His eyes, ordinarily sloppy and hazel, were suddenly a flaming red. His look was so intense that anyone would have cowered in dread. He was clearly not a man to be messed with.

I yell as my bullets find brains. I’m jumped from behind and hit the road with a thud. My skin rashes across the asphalt. I sit up. “Fuck.” I look at my bleeding arm. I raise my head and a fucking smoking hot red head waltzes out of the fighting. She’s bare ass naked. She has flaming red hair with yellow highlights. Her long locks draped over her shoulder. Her eyes glow a red gold color. “My. What do we have here?” She drawls as she walks up to me seductively.