Redhood Novels & Stories

Within reason. But if he’s calling instead of Nyx, something’s wrong. “What’s going on, Nathan?” Kayla asks, her voice tight. “When we got to Ios, Nyx had her own room. She used it to scry for the three remaining Riding Hoods and went after them—alone.” Everyone at the table starts cursing. Minus the babies. Though honestly, they probably would if they could. “She found them. Two were already dead. I think Nyx assumed the third—the Red One—was too. But she wasn’t. When we found the site, the Red One was barely hanging on. Before she died, she told us something…”

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.

He still wasn’t done with her. Ryder swiped to the next frame. Three hooded figures entered. Trailing behind them. Shadows clinging like dark intent. Shiloh whispered, “No…” Ryder zoomed in, though smoke, crowds, and lantern flicker blurred the shapes, their faces covered. But the centre figure… The coat… A deep, unmistakable red. Abel exhaled sharply. “I think it’s her, the Crimson Rogue? Intelligence suggests this is her preferred garb.”

I caught glimpses — glowing eyes, snarling teeth, long claws. Wraith wolves. Aaron’s creations. I’d seen them once before — twisted souls bound in flesh, feeding on power instead of life. I thought they’d died with him. Apparently not. The first one lunged at me. I ducked, swung the staff upward, catching it under the jaw. The crack echoed through the clearing. The creature screeched, stumbling back, but another took its place. And another. They surrounded me. Fine. I was done running. The energy inside me flared. My pulse synced with the mark’s rhythm, every heartbeat sharper, louder. I raised the staff, but before I could strike, light burst from my hands — red and gold, spiraling outward

Hedeon Villa 🎋🎋🎋🎋 "Any news on my truck yet?" Hadeon demanded, his eyes narrowing into slits as he glared at the spy standing nonchalantly before him. It's been days since that truck was stolen, and in those days he hasn't had the effortly to step out. While hiding away from his deeds, his own people has seen him as a weakling. Hadron Adorn was the second heir to the Adorn’s empire, who became a successor to his father after the death of his elder brother.

‘BUGH!’ I struck Red squarely on the head; the blow with the iron rod was hard enough to give me time to escape, as the creature seemed to stagger. Whatever it takes, I must get out of here; I must find Kaelith or anyone who can help me. "How dare you hit me, Vaelora!" Red was furious, but he was still clutching his head, which had started to bleed. Red wasn’t human; he was an entity made of Kaelith’s emotions and resentment. I understood perfectly well—he was doing all this because he wanted Kaelith to feel the suffering that the man had never experienced before.

The dawn did not bring light to Black Ridge; it only revealed the extent of the carnage. The snow was no longer white, but a bruised purple, stained by the toxic ichor of the Blight-Wolves. Rhea stood in the center of the courtyard, her chest heaving, her crimson gown now tattered and soaked in a mixture of her own blood and that of her enemies.

Since they dared ‘touch’ his Prince, the man had every right to ask for compensation. “Well things didn’t go exactly as planned,” a hooded figure had his eyes glued to Lam’s figure as he slowly mumbled. His eyes were the only things that could be seen, but their color was so striking that anyone who saw them would be filled with unexplained terror. His eyes were blood red! Not blue, not green, not brown, not black and definitely not yellow. His eyes were entirely red in color. There was no clear distinction between the pupil, the iris or the sclera. They were all one, and they shared the same color.

It wasn't till it got close enough that I realized it is a woman. A creepy woman. Her face as white and plain as snow, her lips red as blood she also has a hood on. Covering every part of her head and body but her hands and face. But the most alarming are her eyes. They are somehow as red as blood but you still see red flames in them. Looking at her, I picture the cartoon snow white wearing red riding hoods hood. Bit this time, black and really long. The imagine her eyes as red and intense as you can.

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."