Twilight Redhead Novelas e Histórias

He approached her. "Scarlet has a twin," The words left his lips in amusement and it wasn't a question. The face staring at him was that of Scarlet, he would have mistaken her for his mate but her posture gave her away and the blonde hair was without a doubt and she smelled like an unmated Omega. She nodded, a small familiar smile tugged at her lips as if impressed. "I'm Sara and you're right, I'm Scarlet's twin," Reid smirked. "Get Zelena," He ordered while keeping his eyes trained on her and she didn't cower at his gaze and his eyes glimmered in amusement. Seemed, like it ran in the family.

“Something tells me I’m close.” “You can’t kill immortals, and vampires are immortals,” she says, leaning forward a little and furrowing her brow. “We’re just going to have to hide out forever. This isn’t such a bad town, you know. I hear rumors that a certain redhead has been checking you out in town.” “That’s ridiculous,” I protest, but I can’t look her straight in the eye right now, and I know that means I’m done for. “So that’s it!” she cries, clapping her hands together like she’s discovered the secret to the universe. “Not that I didn’t notice. She brings out a spark in you.”

With a flick of his fingers, he orders another club servant to come forward and loosen the rope around the young woman’s wrists. She slumps, a cascade of red hair falling over her freckled face. Her head rolls on her neck. She’s totally blissed out from endorphins. Another sweetblood. A submissive, willing vampire victim. It’s not my business. I shouldn’t get involved. But the redhead’s lips part and she turns toward me and I catch her scent…

It was a woman with a well-defined shoulders and a large scar on her left cheek, the captain of Red Dragon, Twilight who faced Farrah when she came to their camp. She seems to be the complete opposite of her name. “Who are you?” Twilight directly asked, her assessing eyes looking at Farrah from head to foot. Fortunately, Farrah was now experienced in dealing with people like Twilight. With battling her eye, she extended her hand and introduced herself with a smile. “My name is Farrah, I’m a Doctor, an Ability-Holder of Healing ability, level-3.” There’s fleeting surprise in Twilight’s frozen face, but it quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared. “Healer? What are you doing here then?”

His wolves close in behind him—more muscle than brains. “You test my patience, prince,” he warns. “If you weren’t the king’s son…” I chuckle darkly. “If I wasn’t, you’d be kissing my feet trying to curry favor.” "What do you want?" Ryder growl lowly. I raise my voice. “I’m looking for a redhead woman. Pale skin and probably wounded. Have you seen anyone like that pass through?” Ryder stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Only rogues run through these woods. No one else. Certainly not a redhead.” His voice is too calm and smooth. I don’t trust it.

She leaned in close, lips parting, a glint of fang flashing as her tongue swept across her top lip. “Well, aren’t you pretty,” she purred. “Bet you taste like wildfire.” Before Jace could answer—before he even reacted— A snarl ripped through the air. The redhead was between them in an instant, her body angled defensively, eyes glowing a furious gold. Her canines dropped fully as she bared them with a growl that silenced half the room. “Touch him again,” she said coldly, voice dipped in venom, “and I’ll tear your fucking throat out.”

He gallantly offered her a bar of chocolate with his heart throbbing smile. "I don't think I can... Right now." She said nervously. "Oh yeah. I thought flowers would wilt so why not give something essential. But it seems like you can't utilize it as well." Unlike before, his voice was low, tender and pleasing to one's ears and exceptionally manipulative. She smiled and took it, "Maybe later. Thank you... Uh..." She took the chocolate and paused to hear his name. "Lucifer. Lucifer Grave. And you are?" "I am Red. Red Bennet."

She had a fuller figure with wide hips and orange freckles that littered her every feature or as much as I could see under her burgundy gown; diamonds carefully placed along the sweetheart neckline. She didn’t dress as her daughter did, her dress was much more glamorous; suited to her standing as a high-class vampire. Her eyes were a deep crimson and her hair dyed to the brightest sunset red I had ever seen; she was certainly living up to her name. Penelope Scarlette. That was her true name, though I must admit that Madame Red was a fit name for her.

At least, not any humans. The dark sidhe duo consisted of one woman and one man. The woman had crimson hair; the kind of red which only looked natural on a cardinal or a rose. Or a fairy. It was pulled back into an elaborate braid which dangled down to her waist and the vivid color brought out the odd bluish tones in her pale skin. Her eyes were acid green, slit like a snake's, and when she smiled, she revealed a set of fangs.

She’s oblivious to the fact that Gia and I didn’t get a grand wedding, Nixie on the other hand knows about everything, as for leading Elva and Alejandro to Anna, she’s doing a great job, she tells me all her leads every night. I should be expecting her texts any time now. “Can’t sleep?” A voice calls out from behind and Red walks out of the darkness, holding a cigar in hand, he looks tired from his trip coming from Mystic Falls, it’s unbelievable that Red is going to get married to a dragon lord’s daughter. “Yeah.” I take a sip out of the scotch while he joins me, placing a hand on the railing. He flicks the lighter up his cigarette and drags a smoke.