Under Red Hood Novels & Stories

This place is not as normal as it's seen, it's guarded. I slowly open my eyes and this time a visible glass wall from around the fountain and inside standing a woman wearing a red hood, smiling chilling in my way, it raises goosebumps over my skin in anticipation of what's about to come next…

"I saw the redhood today and I guess you need to know every detail about him..." Helen's scoff made Natalie paused because she could tell that this woman had doubts of she meeting with the redhood! "You're making a mistake, mrs Helen, and I would prove that to you!" Natalie concluded not wanting to pour out what she intended to. But she leaving today was certainly to prove to Helen that she would bring that redhood somehow to her. Helen watched Natalie untill she was out of sight, she gave a devious smile and suddenly a man in dark wears appeared before her.

She hid behind a parked car then took out her phone, turned on her camera and started taking video of the whole thing. Natasha was in her Viper suit, fighting alongside the Pink Projectile and the mysteriously familiar woman in red. All of them were facing off against the hooded figure. It was pretty hectic trying to keep up with all the intense action as cars got blown up, buildings being smashed and the very fast movements of the three speedsters.

the figure declared, their voice filled with an authority that demanded obedience. A figure clad in a red hood materialized with remarkable speed and precision. In their hand glinted a silver dagger, poised for action. With a swift and accurate strike, the figure lunged towards George, piercing him with the weapon. A moment of shock enveloped the battleground as the impact reverberated through the air.

His eyes were very wild, and he gave off a very cold aura that caused Goosebumps to appear on the skin of the guards escorting him. “You called for me, boss.” The man asked in his deep baritone voice that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. “I need your help with him, Red.” Fred said. Red face brightened up with a smile. He had been given a job he loved doing the most. Red was once a partner of Fred during his day’s as a soldier. He was one of the most brutal people Fred had ever met. He was given the name ‘RED’ in the battlefield cause of the way he was always bathed in blood after coming in contact with the enemy.

He was completely exhausted as he crashed down on a vacant chair. His phone rang again abruptly. He brought out his phone to see who the caller was, his phone ID showed 'Mr. Red.' Mr. Red was one of the most loyal friend to Vladimir and after a war with werewolves years ago, Mr. Red had volunteered to be in charge of the regional secret house here in Los Angeles.

He sported a blood-red helmet and emanated a murderous aura that traveled far around him. It was Yooda, one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs.

It tasted like ash and battery acid, but it was the only thing that burned hot enough to distract me from the cold hole in my chest. My phone vibrated on the bar. Unknown: The meeting is set for next month. Don’t disappear again, V. The world is waiting for the ghost to return. I stared at the message from Liam Ravindra’s assistant. Liam. The man who had been a myth in my life for years. We had never met in person, only through encrypted servers and lines of code that could topple banks. He was my only way out, but today, he felt like a million miles away.

I was able to control my anger, more like Seraphina’s anger. “Hey Remi, who’s your new friend?” The red head asked as she hung off of MY mate. “This is Riley RedFang. Riley, this is my brother, Rylen and his girlfriend, Stephanie.” Remi introduced. “RedFang? As in RedFang Defense?” Rylen asked. “The one and only, my dad is the head honcho.” I smirked. “WOW!” Remi said with wide eyes. “A real badass?” She said in awe. I shrugged at her.

“Which honestly makes me more nervous. It’s like knowing there’s a spider in your room but not being able to find it. I hated that guy—always an ass when we were kids.” Alexander smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You got that right.” I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. GrimMaw—once a respected Alpha, now nothing but a disgrace. A monster lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings of the Rogues, waiting for his chance to strike. We had an idea of what he wanted—me, my family—but every time his name came up, it felt like a ghost passed through the room. “And the redheaded kid?” Alexander pressed. “Did they send him to fight? Snoop around again?”