by Angela Black
Little Red Hood
Angel Fairy Tales: Volume One
By Angela Black
Published by Angela Black at Amazon
Copyright 2012 Angela Black
All right reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission from the author.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Written in Canada.
Angela Black’s Collection
In No Particular Order
Angel Fairy Tales – Volume One:
Cinderella is the Belle of the Ball
Little Red Hood
Sleeping with the Beauty
Pussy in Boots
Angel Fairy Tales – Volume Two:
Alice in Wanderlust
Rapunzel’s Curlies
The Emperor’s Clotheless
Hansel on Gretel
Angel Romance:
Tears of an Angel
Rock ‘n’ Rolled
Riptide
Selena Knows Best
Angel Erotica:
On a Wing and a Prayer
Strip Searched
Swingers Squared
Angel’s Do It Better
Angel Fantasy:
Oh, Fiddlesticks
Winter Wanderland
A Siren’s Song
Fool’s Gold
Angel Kabuki:
A Tale of Two Brothers
Dynasties
Walking on Water
Birds of a Feather
Angel Horror:
Around the World in One Day
Dead Men Walking
Wolfman in Sheep’s Clothing
My Block
Angel Fairy Tales:
These fairy tales are a collection of short stories based upon the heartwarming tales we’ve grown accustomed to. While not for the faint of heart, these stories are meant to titillate and bring a spicy atmosphere that will leave you both touched and aroused. Be warned, these tales are often much more akin to the darker tales they originated from.
Little Red Hood:
Something is stalking Red through the woods, an unseen silhouette that dances in the shadows and forces her on a harrowing path of self-realization and sacrifice. If she hopes to make it home alive, she needs to act quickly before everything unravels around her.
Warning: This eBook contains graphic violence, coarse language and sexual intercourse. Adults only. Word Count: 5643.
Table of Contents
Little Red Hood
Angela Black
Chapter One
Silhouettes and Shades
Chapter Two
A Night She’ll Never Forget
Chapter Three
Paranormal Problems
Chapter Four
Carnal Solutions
Excerpt from
Cinderella is the Belle of the Ball
Chapter One
Little Red Hood
Angela Black
Silhouettes and Shades
Red traveled through the forest under the cover of night. The trail she traversed was worn out and barely visible beyond the thick fog that shrouded her way. She cursed herself for her foolishness and hurried onward.
She was headed home and had misjudged the time it would take her to get there. A careless decision it turned out as she was left alone in the darkened woods without a flame to light her path.
She could hear things, awful things, ones best not revealed. Their nails clicked against the stones on the ground and their silhouettes skipped along behind the tree line.
“Get a hold of yourself, Red,” she whispered under her breath. “It’s just some fauna, nothing more.”
Regardless of what she’d told herself, Red quickened her pace and found she was beginning to believe in the ghost stories she’d heard at a child. Awful stories about monsters that roamed the woods at night and ate anyone imprudent enough to venture outside once the moon had risen to prominence.
The elders of Korban would speak of ghouls, goblins and lizard men that would rise from their dank dungeons and hunt the living. She always thought of it was nothing more than silly superstition to scare the young children into servitude and keep them locked indoors at night. Those thoughts were a luxury she could no longer afford as the clicking of nails on stone and wood drove her to a darker place—a place where the unseen horrors of Hell walked on her plane.
The creatures were no longer mere fairy tales for her to reflect on. They had entered her realm and threatened her existence.
“Grandmother’s on her own next month,” Red said with a few expletives thrown over her shoulder in the direction of the town she’d just some from. She ran her fingers through her luscious red hair that cascaded down her back and to the small of her back and turned her attention back towards the path in front of her.
She had been visiting her grandmother every month since she’d entered the age of maturity. Not once, in all that time, had she been careless enough to be caught outside after night had fallen.
The sound of a branch snapping caused Red to hike up her charcoal gown and start a mad dash towards her home. It was still miles away, and not a distance she could run easily, but there was little else she could think of doing.
Her heart was fluttering and her thighs quivering, but she pushed past the pain and hurried down the trail, kicking up dust and stone in her wake. The sounds of a beast snorting reassured Red that her fears had been well placed and she could begin to see its dark silhouette as it chased along beside her. The monster was much larger than her and it took the beast little effort to barrel on ahead of her and strafe around her.
It was stalking her, waiting for her to make a mistake and devour her whole. She wasn’t about to give it the pleasure of an easy kill, however, and left her shoes behind to get better traction.
Her added speed seemed to matter little as far as her stalker was concerned. She could hardly breathe through her exasperated lungs and quick flashes of the life she’d leave behind.
There was her mother and young sister to think of, and a few young gentlemen she’d cavort around town with. She wasn’t a prude by any stretch of the imagination, and the thought of never again feeling a man’s touch was almost as heart wrenching as seeing her family again.
As she passed through a glade in the middle of the forest, Red captured a glance of the creature that tailed her. While still mostly masked behind shadows, she could see it was a massive creature, thrice her size and tearing up the ground behind with its elongated claws. It snarled and snapped its jaws, with teeth glistening in the moonlight and spewing saliva in all directions. Blood was on its mind, of that she was certain.
Red tried to keep her speed, but the pain was excruciating and each breath came harder to push through her pursed lips. The sweat was seeping into her eyes, blurring her vision and making it impossible to spot the small crooks in the road. She could feel herself slowing, tiring, and ready to give in to the unyielding pain that had overtaken her.
Her foot became lodged in an overturned root and Red came crashing down against the road dirt pathway. With her leg twisted and in searing agony, she cried out in pain and cursed the gods for their cruelty.
She’d never been a bad person, never done a bad deed, and always made sure the ones closest to her were well accounted for—even when it meant traveling through a haunted forest in the middle of the night. That’s the kind of person she was, and now it’d be the death of her.
Suddenly, the rustling of the trees ceased and she was
left alone, in a complete and eerie silence. Red knew all too well that the creature was still out there, waiting to make its pounce, and she searched through the tree line with hopes of spotting the creature.
A guttural roar from the beast ended the stillness of the night and shook all the foliage from the fury of a two ton beast. Red looked up and saw an enormous grizzly bear, reared on its hind legs and frothing at the mouth.
This was it, she thought, the moment her life was going to come to an end.
“No regrets,” she told herself with wavering lower lips. “I enter the next life with the strength I left this one. You’ll not rob me of that, foul creature.”
Chapter Two
Little Red Hood
Angela Black
A Night She’ll Never Forget
Red stared up at the creature’s jagged teeth and saw a reflection of what her life had amounted to. It wasn’t much, but she could feel confident she’d left this world a small fraction better than entered it. In the end, it was all she ever could’ve wished for.
Those thoughts were short lived, however, and her attention was drawn back towards the snarling beast in front of her. The ground shook under the weight of its imposing frame and locked Red to the trembling ground.
Too tired to move, too winded to breathe, and too discouraged to think straight. Red was in no position to mount any form of defense against the enraged beast and knew her time on this world would be ending soon.
She closed her eyes and shrunk in fear, something she’d never believe herself capable of. Red was a strong, proud woman who’d never shied from a fight. These were inimitable circumstances, however, and she found herself unable to cope with her impending demise.
Just when she’d finally given up on any hope of salvation, a thunderous cracking noise could be heard in the distance and within seconds, a gust of wind brought Red’s awareness back towards the rampaging bear.
Another monster stood in between the grizzly bear and her, snarling back with claws extended and braced for battle. It stood like a man, yet was covered from head to toe in matted fur with an elongated face and jagged canine teeth. It was half wolf, half man; and completely enthralling to the sheltered young woman—stories of lycanthropy, coming alive in her mind. Red had never seen anything like it before, and while she should’ve feared for her life, a sense of longing and desire had crept into her subconscious and refused to extricate itself.
She watched in awe-inspired horror as the two monsters battled over her right to life. Afraid to move in the slightest, Red watched, curled up in a ball and recoiling from the action.
The werewolf raised his hands against the much larger animal and dug its nails deep into its chest. The wild animal screeched in pain and reared backwards before taking a swipe across the wolf’s stomach.
Blackened blood splashed against the trail, inches from Red’s body and seeping into the ground below. She should’ve cowered from the sight, but an unnatural calm had washed over her. She felt safe, like nothing in the world could do her harm in the majestic creature’s presence.
Although the werewolf was much smaller than the mammoth-sized bear, it battled with ferocity unlike any born naturally of this plane. With hands still dug deep into the bear’s chest, the wolf man hurled it to the ground with a deafening thud. It wasted no time savoring its small victory and leapt on top of the bear, biting and shredding the thick fur of its burly opponent.
Red could hear it cry out in the same helplessness that once held her tight, and her lips parted in pleasure from the sight. She wanted blood. She wanted revenge.
The werewolf, on the other hand, wasn’t so bloodthirsty and stopped his assault prematurely. He arched his back and howled to the moon, his raked claws pointed down to his fallen foe.
His booming roar tore through the trees and sent hundreds of sleeping birds up into the air and fleeing from their unseen, but heard, adversary.
Everything fled, even the wounded grizzly bear which slinked back into the shadows to lick its wounds and fight another day. The only thing that didn’t budge was Red, still lying motionless on the ground and captivated by the menacing, yet calming creature in front of her.
With his opponent removed from the equation, the werewolf turned its attention towards the bewildered young woman. He crooked his head to the side and looked into her eyes as she did his. There was a connection between them, whether either one of them realized it or not, something primal, carnal, and beguiling to the complete opposites.
Maybe their meeting was kismet, an anomaly, two star crossed lovers whose hearts beckoned only for each other. Or perhaps, their paths were never meant to cross, a perversion of nature that never should’ve existed. Regardless of how their chance meeting came about, both of them were pulled to one another, such a terrifying and powerful pull that neither could relinquish itself from its grasp.
Chapter Three
Little Red Hood
Angela Black
Paranormal Problems
The longer Red stared into the beast’s eyes, the more time seemed to slow down and invite her to hold the glance longer. Neither had moved in minutes, too caught up in each other that such needs were but an afterthought. It wasn’t love that drew them together. It was a lust.
The werewolf clutched his head in agony and once more screamed out to the heavens. This time, however, his cry was one of pain. His body began to convulse and deform, bones jetting out of his back and cracking into a hundred little pieces.
He was in so much pain that Red found herself freed from his paranormal bonding and stepped forward to offer her comfort. The werewolf wouldn’t have any of her kindness and snarled at her to stay back.
As the sound of bone and cartilage snapping increased, Red had to turn from the scene in horror, the sight just too horrendous to witness any longer.
A few moments later, the screaming had subsided and she once again found herself in the middle of a still forest, not a sound to be made. She turned back towards the half wolf, half man, in shock. Where she expected to see a wounded animal, she saw a man, as naked as the day he was born and shimmering under the pale moon’s glow.
He stood seven feet tall with rippling muscles and shaggy blonde hair. He had the body of an Adonis and the bronzed skin of a man who worked the earth. It took all of Red’s strength to keep from gazing downwards to his nether regions, where a thick slab of manhood hung down to the meat of his thigh.
Her heart fluttered and her face was flush with embarrassment, yet she could hardly look away in fear he’d disappear back into the shadows.
“Who are you?” she asked. There were a thousand questions circling her mind, and in her excitement, managed to squeeze out the most trivial of them all. It matter not who he was, but what he was and how he came to be.
“Garth,” the man said with a snort. His chiseled chest burst outward and back in with each breath. “And you?”
“Redding Hood,” she replied, blushing fervently and shying from his lower half. It wasn’t that she was afraid or nervous, she feared what she might do if he took another step closer. “You’re a man?”
“I’m no man.”
“You look like a man,” she said. Quite the man, she thought, but kept that part to herself. Though, a quick glance at her heaving bosom could tell what she was thinking.
“Yet, I’m not.”
“How can you say that?” Red asked. “The beast you were once is a part of you, of that there’s little doubt, but so, too, is the man underneath the fur.”
“Whatever shred of humanity that remained after my transformation,” Garth said solemnly, “has been buried several times over by this point in my life—.”
“Kiss me,” Red found herself blurting out, unable to keep the words restrained any longer. She wanted her grisly savior and she wanted him now.
“What?”
“Don’t talk,” Red said with hushed breath. “Don’t don’t say another word.”
“Please,” he begged, “yo
u know not what you ask.”
