1. The Littlest Red Hood Part 1


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: MadameMolly, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    Along the way, she had also received the reputation has being the most dangerous. Three years in, and she had already racked up the highest kill rate. The Bishop had done his job of raising her to be a vicious warrior. Werewolves were monsters and had no place in their world. Whenever Bishop Lucius received word that werewolves have been discovered, he never worried that she would fail. Failure was not acceptable to him, or to her. She spent most of the next day getting supplies that she needed for her house. She knew that she had at least two weeks at home, because word of new Weres never came until after the full moon. Werewolves were able to change whenever they wanted, but during a full moon they had to and that is usually what allowed them to be seen by their neighbors or friends. Sometimes, however, it was a stranger unlucky enough to come across one. That evening, there was a celebration in honor of the fallen men. The whole village was there. There was food and music and the wine was flowing. Cordelia never liked coming to these celebrations, so she had several glasses of wine and was finally starting to relax. She hated losing men and women under her command because their deaths played over and over in her head. Always wondering if there was something she could have done differently. For her though, what was even worse than losing someone, was looking into the face of their family members. She hated that part and would never come to the celebrations, but Cade said ...
    it made her look harder than she was. He said it would look disrespectful if she didn’t come, so she came. Cordelia was deep in thought, arguing with herself about going home, and had finally made her mind up to leave when someone behind her yelled, “Cordie!” It startled her enough that she dropped her drink and drew her sword even before she’d finished turning around. The tip of her sword stopped against Helen’s neck. Helen pushed the sword away, grumbling, “Now don’t you point that thing at me. I had to get your attention somehow. I had been calling your name and you weren’t listening.” “Sorry Helen, habit,” Cordelia said, smiling at the older woman. “Yes of course, habit,” Helen shook her head and mumbled something else about scaring an old woman. “Well, I didn’t just come here to get a sword pulled on me. You remember me telling you about my sister Sara?” It took her a minute to focus on what Helen was saying. Apparently, she had had more to drink than she realized. “Yes, the one that passed away two years ago?” Cordelia said, sitting down. “Yes, that’s the one. Well, I would like you to meet her son. Cordelia, this is my nephew Micah.” Helen’s face was beaming with pride. She looked up to meet the man that had just stepped into her line of sight. She could have sworn she felt her heart stop for a moment. The smiling man in front of her was beautiful. Normally men were not described as beautiful, but she was at a loss for a better word. He was tall, almost as tall as Cade. ...
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