Redhead X Novels & Stories

" I felt relieved when I saw the row of vehicles coming up the drive. Finally, we can get the hell out of this hell hole. "Were you able to find anyone who's capable of holding this place down until an elder gets here?" I asked Xander, who was supposed to be doing that job, not flirting with pact members. "Yeah apparently that guy over there with the red hair has beta blood. Although he never was one, and neither was his dad. But I figured it'll do until the elders get here." Xander said, making me groan and roll my eyes.

I pulled my hand out of Jared’s so fast that I nearly popped my shoulder at the quick movement. Although, I didn’t know why I was so affected by the sudden appearance of the redhead. There was no denying that Amanda was intimidating with her slim, tall figure and her flaming red hair that despite being wavy, never looked unkempt or tangled. I knew girls who had wavy hair and hated it because it was difficult to maintain. Amanda looked like she could tame anything, and that easily included wavy hair.

Cutting your red string means you won't be able to feel your mate's essence even if your mate is close. Once your string is broken you will feel unbearable pain. It's like half of you has been ripped apart. You will feel empty and lifeless. Then I suddenly remember what happened three years ago in the woods of Assura. The unbearable pain I felt that night was so sudden. But it's impossible. There is no way I am destined with an unnatural being, especially a werewolf. A human destined to be with a werewolf is very rare and it is almost impossible. I snapped with my thoughts when I felt a sudden pain in my forehead. I gave Landon a sharp gaze when I realized he just flicked my forehead.

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His clothes were wet with the remaining snow still clinging to his hair and Rose held her breath. …is that a blood? Dark red liquid seeped from his stomach. On closer inspection, his clothes were also torn on the sleeves and other parts. Rose set her sights on the person on Lubez's back. She couldn't see how she was. Thea's face turned to the other side and she only saw her head...missing a lot of hair. “…no way…what happened?” Rose mumbled. Lubez ignored her. He put Thea in front of the fireplace. Rose also carried Xander and sat him next to Thea.

She knew it was Xavier calling and she turned back immediately. “Xavier?” Xavier walked up to her and held her. “Your hair…” he started. “It’s red.” Rhea placed a finger on it and picked it out without looking. “I noticed I started having a red streak sometime ago. I don’t think it means anything though.” “You don’t think it means anything?” Xavier stared at her. Look at Calistè. She’s a witch and she has the same color of hair as you do.” “Xavier,” Rhea frowned. “It’s just my hair…”

My focus was on their leader. As soon as the redhead was close enough, I pressed myself against the front of her body, my hands going into her hair to distract her, preparing to snap her neck. She let out a high-pitched clicking sound as she tilted her head to the side. Her eyes were the same dark green as algae, but the iris was oval shaped, giving me the feeling that she could see right through me as her hands rested on my shoulders. Her tongue shot out, flicking my cheek before she let out a hiss of air and pressed her hands down, forcing me to my knees.

"The percentage of people on Earth with natural red hair is only between one and two percent. In other words, this isn't dye—it's entirely the result of a recessive mutation in the MC1R gene. I don't bleed dye, because this is my original pigmentation." Matteo had likely never received so much useless scientific data from any woman in such a short span of time. He let out one of those deep, exhausted, masculine sighs that signaled he was on the absolute last dregs of his patience. He took two large strides toward me, his towering shadow falling right over the cheese platter on the table. I'd bet the cheese was just as terrified of him as I was—granted, I wasn't milk fat, but I sure felt like

Much like the man himself. I'd expected his colors to more closely resemble his brothers due to their genetics. I would have been wildly, dangerously wrong. Xander had more than the triplet of colors of his brother or Atlas. Purples, oranges, greens, blues, and reds, Xander looked like a tormented rainbow on the spirit plane. He also had more than the thread of pulsating black. His black was sheltered by a lacework of silver.

“Is that why you have colored your hair?” He hitched a breath as his hand flew to his head. “How do you know it’s colored?” “Because a little bit of red is showing.” “Then I suppose it’s time to color it again. And yes, that’s why I colored it—because I’m a redheaded spy working for the Prince Regent.” “A redhead, huh?” He shrugged one shoulder. “Dark auburn, really.” She smiled. “You know I won’t say anything.” He caressed her cheek. “I know.”