Novel & Cerita Ugly Red Head Characters

“I didn’t steal her.” The redhead’s pacing becomes more agitated. The gathered males mutter to each other, glowering in our direction. They look like the illustrations of ferals in the Moon Lake Academy textbooks—long, wild hair, lengthened fangs that dent their lower lips, furry chests, and wolfish ears and tails.

I need to stop this. “The Alpha, huh?” A man with dark hair walks up to me, his red eyes glowing with excitement. His shark features make him look inhumane. Paired with his face tattoos, he looks intimidating. I’ve never come across someone like him before and I hope to never do so again. As he speaks, others join him. They’re an odd collection ranging from dark hair to white hair. Gold, silver, and red eyes. Not a single one of them looks like they truly belong on this earth.

A true Alpha would have bright red or crimson eyes, a beta, delta, or gamma belonging to a pack will have golden brown whereas rogues that have taken the lives of the innocent will have crystal blue eyes. These men were ruthless, and they would not hesitate to kill me. I saw it in their eyes as they approached. "Now, why don't you be a little darling," One of the men said. "You help us, and we help you." "Yes, reddie," another of the men said, referring to me by the color of my hair. What do I do? What do I do? I could feel myself entering panic mode, so I turned and ran. The men laughed and chased after me. I had a feeling that they were enjoying the hunt because they kept on laughing as th

Isdis asked confusedly The red-haired vampire had a long hair way longer than Khary’s, his eyes were curved upwards and glimmered the color of gold, his face was rather feminine with a pair of long, red lashes as red as his lips but even while having upwards, his manhood could be fairly seen. Isdis felt her head ring, was this person perhaps, both? “It’s complicated your highness” Igris answered grimly “Answer” Khary said with a flash of eyes “Both!” Igris said confusing the duo

Being here, out in the open, decreases that risk if not eliminates it. Everyone got out of the car and stood there looking for the red eyed wolves. They came just after a few seconds. And they were in human form And lord did it threw them off balance. Charlotte has never in her life seen anyone with red eyes, not even with fake lenses. So, seeing these men walking toward her with gleaming red eyes surprised her. Charlotte looked at each one of them as they came to stand in front of her. They were six, all men, and incredibly handsome. They had the same build as Matt and Theo but one amongst them looked slightly bigger and older that the rest.

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.

Logan paused and turned to look at Karl as he asked in a dangerous voice, “ Redhead?” Karl vigorously nodded as he tried to pry Logan’s fingers off his collar, “That's right, it was a redhead which…she came after an hour or so, she must be with that witch right? She must be the accomplice of that dark witch, so it's a good thing that she was caught —-ack..” “ Jake, tie this little sh*t up and throw him in the back of the SUV, he is coming with whether he likes it or not.”

the builder said. “I don’t think it’s an old man… The way the sonny said it, the person seems the same age,” the grandfather of the teen said, sipping his coffee. The builder laughed again. “But red haired people are not that many in this kingdom. There’s one guardian family that has several people with bright red hair as their pure blood members. Their hair is brighter than Akaito, though,” said one of the high schoolers. Jai looked at Darrion, who looked back at him with a smile because that’s another clue.

My red hair tumbled loose in the night air, earning a few whistles from nearby idiots. “Damn, look at that redhead chick,” one of them slurred, stumbling out of a beat-up car with his buddy. His eyes raked me up and down like I was a damn meal on a silver platter. “Bet she’s a wild one in bed.” “Mmhm, fire in the hair, fire in the sheets,” the other laughed like a hyena, elbowing him. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. Typical. Trash never changed, no matter what part of the world you were in.

It sat on a high chair like a grotesque queen, stiff plastic limbs. Its face was cracked at strategic locations, it's eyebrows, nose, and forehead. Its left cheek was broken open, crudely sewn together with red thread. One eye drooped lower than the other. Its lips were smeared with bright red lipstick, curving so wide it almost reached its ears. Its dress was red— not any red, blood red, from actually blood— which dripped with every passing minute, staining the floor an ugly shed of red. Its head was disturbing—half bald.