Twilight Redhead Novels & Stories

She argues, “He Wouldn't..” Diablo argues, “He would.. He has a thing for redheads, and you know she's the first redhead in over a thousand years!” She makes a disgusted noise, “She's a baby!” He shrugs, “It's a werewolf thing..” That’s when she remembers, she was just telling Jolene the same thing. She sighs and then remembers, she has the ability to reach out to him. She takes a step back, opens her arms, and bows her head. Her head shoots up, and her eyes go white.

- "Wait." said the redhead. - "I don't trust him." said the one I took to be Syrava. She had pale, reddish blonde hair, and dark eyes. The pout on her lips made her look childish and petulant. If I was not mistaken, there was a touch of the fey about her. When you've a mixed heritage of your own, you tend to see it in others more easily. At least, that's been my experience.

I grabbed it, downing the contents in one go. For a while, I just sat there, having him refill my glass as I drowned my thoughts in the noise. Then, suddenly, a hand tapped my shoulder. I turned on my seat, met by a redhead wearing a sequined gown with slits at the sides and her lips painted a bloody shade. “Alpha Raine,” I acknowledged. “Alpha Kayden.” She smiled at me. “Glad you could make it. Fenris said you wanted to meet.” She slid onto the barstool beside me, pushing the strands of hair out of her face. “Yeah. I was hoping we could talk pack business, but this doesn't seem like the right place.”

Her father is one of the most dangerous warlocks since Rasputin himself--who knows what danger we will face if he gets her in his grasp. Not that I could ever see Rosie becoming a warlock. Although, I also misjudged Slone. And Enchantra. I honestly had not made the connection between Enchantra Gray the Hollywood celebrity and my own Esther. They looked completely different, acted differently, and even spoke differently. I didn’t see Esther’s transformation into Enchantra, I wasn’t there. But now that I look back at everything that has happened, I don’t understand how I didn’t make the connection between Esther Ramirez Reid and Enchantra Grey, especially once Rosalynd Elizabeth Reid came into

Besides Monica didn’t deserve it at all. -“Are you all right?” she asked me while she put her hand on mine. -“Yes, yes…sorry I got distracted…..” -“From the beautiful redhead sitting across the room” she commented. “I see. She is very beautiful. A werewolf isn’t she?” -“Yes…How do you know?” -“I haven’t lost my talent yet…..” she said self complacently. “You know her?” she asked me with her beautiful almond brown eyes.

Emma headed straight for the bar, in desperate need of a drink. She was sipping her first glass of champagne when her eyes landed on a striking man across the room. Even from far away, his chiseled jawline was captivating, and surprisingly, he flashed her a warm, friendly smile. That couldn't be James Reynolds, could it? The rumors painted the notorious heir to the wealthy Reynolds real estate empire as an arrogant, brooding man. But his welcoming demeanor seemed to contradict those stories. Intrigued, Emma found herself shamelessly checking him out, admiring the muscles in his chest and the confident power in his stride. She mentally scolded herself. Get a grip, Montgomery. Don't let yourse

The eerie glow of perpetual twilight adds an otherworldly quality to the tension that fills the air. The voice of the leader of the seven cuts through the silence, sharp and accusing. “Kai, you’ve outdone yourself this time. Bringing a wolf here, amid this perpetual twilight? Are you trying to get us all killed?” Kai stands tall, and I can see the determination in his eyes. “You underestimate her, Dante. This wolf is different. She’s a wildcard, and she’s already proven herself more resourceful than any other shifter I’ve encountered.” The doubts of the seven hangs heavy in the air, their concern clear. The mischievous vampire voices his apprehension. “Resourceful or not, she’s still a wolf,

She was holding my arm and her stares were too creeping me out. "Who are you?" she asked. I immediately stepped back as soon as she let go of my arm. I eyed her unbelievably, she asked that kind of question when it was me who should be asked her. She was the one who was following me in the first place. "Isn't normal when I don't know you too? What kind of question is that?" she was beautiful but she was creepy. Her hair was in huge waves and she had bright fair skin but I noticed her red hair. She was the first human with such hair color I saw. It was bright red, it was glowing and looked unreal or maybe magical. And her eyes, it was enchanting red.

My head snapped toward the sound, my body instantly tensing. I moved toward the door cautiously, every sense on high alert. Earthy. Windswept. The scratching of boots on the ground. A little sigh. It couldn't be. But when I opened it, my heart sank. It was the redhead werewolf girl who had been with Elliot yesterday. The one I stalked out. She stood on the porch, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her jackets. This wasn't a wolf who stayed within a pack. She was a rogue.

The girl circled him, laughing the whole time, her fangs shimmering in the sunlight. "When you get bored of your little kitty, call me. I wouldn't mind exploring all of you." She blew him a kiss, before prancing off to Rudolf. Her companion was still busy with Andrew, and he looked as uncomfortable as Luca had felt just moments ago. Never one to hide his hatred for vampires, Rudolf threw the redhead across the clearing just as she was about to touch him. Her explosive screams, vibrating through the forest as she crashed against one of the nearby trees, sent the birds soaring in the clear sky above.