Under Red Hood Novels & Stories

Jangling can be heard as she maneuvers it and then reveals a harness that she had been wearing, full of a multitude of weaponry that is both impressive and scary. As she puts it down, a glint flashes in my direction and the shine is so bright, it can only mean one thing, her blades are made of silver. Silas allows his nails to elongate into claws, and crouches down ready to attack, Red simply stares back at him, still wearing her cloak. "You may remove your cloak if you wish, Red." "Thank you, Alpha Hades, but I prefer to keep it on. My identity must remain unknown, and I hope that you will respect that."

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.

Media is also there for a live coverage asking questions with CEO's of different companies and business delegates and add agencies. I don't know anyone here, it seems like I'm lost in this artificial world. There is a woman who is wearing red hot dress, revealing almost everything, I can't see her face clearly cause a tall man is blocking her face. So I went more nearer to her, she is none other than rosy, and the tall man is Mr. Alexander Hamilton. They both looked at me at the same time, I did not move to anywhere, I just stand there looking at them.

Everywhere; black. I see a sea of black. Men and women standing in eerie silence with their heads bowed and their faces unreadable. The only sounds are the occasional rustle of fabric, a sniffle, the sharp bite of the wind against my skin. And then I see another; six men standing apart from the rest, wearing black suits but with blood-red hood capes. Blood-red. Is that a deliberate choice? Or is it a symbol? I swallow hard, glancing sideways at Mr. Giovanni, but his expression is unreadable. His gaze sweeps over the crowd, sharp and calculating. His body rigid like he already knows what’s waiting ahead.

I was on the verge of kneeling, weeping hysterically as I pleaded for her to let me go. I begged Ate Yolly to honor the promise she had made to me in secret. I placed all my remaining hope in her, and she did not fail me. Without a single moment of hesitation, she grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hidden corridors. When we ran past the heavily drugged guards, I couldn't believe the sheer, life-threatening risks Ate Yolly was taking just to secure my freedom.

Kaelith stood in front of me, shielding me with his body. Red. The man appeared in his terrifying attire, blood splatters adorning his already imperfect face. He still looked like Kaelith, but damaged. Sometimes he looks like Frankenstein. Red stood not far from us, staring with a calm expression, though his eyes were already bloodshot. “You guys got here sooner than I expected,” Red said casually. “Where’s Alaric?” I asked him directly. Kaelith shielded me with her body so I wouldn’t make direct eye contact with Red. I could hear his footsteps approaching us, but eventually he stopped.

By, Tamar writes 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Demetrius was busy smoking while discussing with Clyde and Bonnie concerning Rexton when a suddenly commotion was heard outside. One of their men barged in the room, breathing heavily. "Boss!! Lady Red, she's here and she has gone crazy!! She's kílling all our men!!" The man exclaimed and confusion immediately marred his face

I gaped at the butthole LLRH, as she slyly studied me back. Yep, Siobhanny was going there… “Let’s get serious for a motherent.” LRRH swished her dress from side-to-side. “Red’s my color, right?” I turned my back on her, testing the chains that were holding my wolves again. “You had your chance. My wolves and me are breaking out.”

Untouchable. “We called this gathering,” Alpha Boris began, voice carrying effortlessly, “because it’s time we stop pretending everything is fine.” The hush turned into brittle tension and he continued. “There have been four attacks this week alone. Rogues. Bold, unhinged, and unrelenting. They’re no longer hunting at the borders. They’ve moved closer.” A murmur passed through the crowd. “Last night,” he said, jaw tightening, “seven of our warriors were found near the northern trail. What was left of them.”

“There!” There’s a flash coming from her lighter, then a shadow fills the room. A man in a hood comes up the stairs, and for a moment they seem to have a confrontation. She tries to back out into the door, but the man grabs her by the neck, takes out a blade, and starts to strangle her. The hood has very specific design on the back. A silver arrow pointing up. I can’t watch. “Turn it off!” Andy obeys all too gladly, slamming on the keyboard to stop the video. “All of you can go now.”