Redhead Comic Book Characters Novels & Stories

He had a shaved head and a burly frame. Before he turned, at one time, a feared enforcer for some enemy family of theirs. No one understood the innards of the city, its streets, or tunnels better. Then Dreda, a murderous woman with an affinity for gadgets. That knack for hacking any system—though negligent, at least it had a couple of times saved their lives. And Razor, the suave fast-talking scout who flew under the radar like a ghost.

A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small part to Jane's wrath. Between the two women who had shared that bed, most would have agreed that Red was more dangerous . . . at least, they would've agreed until the previous night's fight. Red was a second-generation lycanthrope who could morph into a part-human, part-puma hybrid with incredible combat prowess. Jane was a Talent with living hair. It seemed like a silly Talent, until she used that hair to hurl a subway car at her enemies, then beat the attacking Hellspawn to death with their own limbs. Jane was still suffering from emotional issues, and she had taken th

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."

Mark Taylor stammer. “If we would know that, why should we waste our time on you.” Alex said ironically and raised his eyebrows. Mike also stood up, circle around, and stopped behind Mark Taylor and opposite Alex. “Boss, even I think Mr. Mark Taylor could be Red Rose because not only Leonard Smith in fact Lowell brothers, Steven and Andrew star also killed by Red Rose, then do you think other than Mr. Mark Taylor anybody else left from that devil group.” Mike wink at Alex and both smirk.

Giving off a reddish aura and his eyes just gave a bright glow that screams terror. I was surprised of what he became. It’s like he was covered in flames as he turn into a taller guy with a weird headpiece and an armor colored in red and orange giving a flame design. His hair turned red and he smirked at me again with the most disgusting cockiness I have ever seen with a motherf*cker. Huh, I guess his favorite color is red.

"I am guessing I don't need to introduce myself." Raphael De Amato, the Alpha of the Crimsonclaw pack. An Alpha of one of the Triad Packs and the most powerful Lycan. There was no mistaking him with any other. Like the stories said, his eyes were neither blue nor green but a distinctive crimson. He was the red-eyed lycan that appeared only once in a generation. An Alpha born with red eyes was said to have powers that no other Lycan would have access to. Yet, he was known more notoriously for his cruelty. He had bodies strewn on stakes outside his castle. And now the same man was before me.

And when they lost focus, I could disappear. The chase continued, and I zigzagged through the trees like I was born for this. I wasn’t, but I adapted. If Mum saw me now, she'd grab my ear and tug it until I apologized. She hated it when I stirred trouble. "Keep your head down, Ren," she'd whisper. "Don’t give them a reason to notice you." Too late for that. Auren the Half-Breed was always noticed. Red hair in a pack of browns and blacks? Lean body wrapped in layers like a human grandpa? Wild eyes and wilder tongue? I didn’t belong. So I made sure they remembered why.

"Let's just say I've been on the case since it appeared three years ago." "Who are you?" "Alice Von Rozen," I watch as the color on Megan's face turns pale as a ghost once I give her my name. "The Mistress of Pandora Castle, the granddaughter of the Grand Duke, Cornelius Von Rozen, the war hero. Your Alice Von Rozen - the Red Witch." I pull on a smirk. "In the flesh." "So you're not Pendleton's assistant, figured." Megan scoffs and then asks. "What happened to the geezer?" Wondering how I disgust myself as a guest under Herman Pendleton.

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

“So what if she is your wife? She won’t be injured by giving her phone number and having a few drinks. Don’t worry. After Boss D has had his fill of her, he will return her. It’s not like he wants her.” Some people naturally liked to seek death. Redhead was used to being savage. In West Creek, he followed Dwine and acted like a tyrant by bullying common people. He really thought no one could teach him a lesson. Those whom God wished to destroy, he first made mad. Redhead had become mad. Thomas continued to say coldly, “I mean, she is my wife. Whoever dares to touch her will be dead.” Dead? Redhead looked at Thomas, as if he was looking at a fool. In the West Creek, no one dared to mention “d