A Cage Of Crimson Novels & Stories

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

And with that new journey begins. ★★★ In a deep, dark forest, a human figure was sitting with dead bodies around it. One after the other, she sucked the blood off those bodies until there was no more blood in them. Casey twisted her neck while blood covered her whole body. Her eyes were black, and she looked like a woken monster. She gazed around her while smiling with blood covered mouth. She then changed her cloth with a dead before gathering them in a pile. After that, she poured oil on them to burn those bodies with her bloody clothes.

A young woman stood in the center of the room with brown braids resting over her shoulders. Her skin was pale, almost glowing under the chandelier and her eyes were a deep, striking, crimson shade. They were wide with fear as she stared at me. She had crimson eyes? Crimson eyes were rare and considered a curse. Only those born on an auspicious day carried that color. How had someone like her survived as a slave? And why in the goddess’s name was she brought to me? Why would anyone think I would be interested in a cursed woman? But her scent… her scent was driving my beast insane. It felt like it reached inside me and twisted something vital. My control was slipping and I wanted to ruin her,

The restraints hung twisted and broken. The observation room had become a massacre. No one knew exactly what had happened. The security recordings ended the moment the chamber lost power. By sunrise, Station Zero was dying. The surviving researchers fled. Others sealed the facility forever. History remembered the disaster only as.... Project Crimson Hunger. Husen remembered everything. The hunger arrived with the transformation. It wasn't ordinary hunger. Food became tasteless. Water meant nothing. Only blood silenced the burning inside him. At first he resisted. For days. Then weeks.cUntil the pain drove him close to madness. He nearly became the very monster he had feared creating.

Perhaps this was the exit I was desperately looking for. ‘Are you sure about this, Elora?’ Arwen asked when I touched the knob. “I didn’t have much choice, do I?” I took a deep breath, ready to face whatever thing was waiting on the other side. So, I pushed the door carefully. But nothing prepared me for the sight that welcomed me. Seated in the middle of the mysterious room was a silver cage. But what was utterly terrifying was the crimson-red liquid that covered the whole thing. Blood. Wolf blood, to be exact.

Once again my body felt tensed . It was evening and will be dusk soon . The birds were flying to their homes . I felt so pathetic . I am so unlucky that I haven't got a home . I felt like an orphan , with no friends and no family . How life could be this cruel to me . I stared at the ocean little more as I have got plently of time and nothing to keep my sane mind in place . The blue sea was looking colorfully orange and yellow with a slight shades of pink in the sky as sun has came to the horizon. It's original blue colour was missing . A smirk landed on my face . Nature changes colour too . What about those people who are wrapped in different charade of colors which acts like their diffe

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

Maybe that was why Marc even had this ceremony done today. "Now the ceremony shall be finalized," the old man said as I watched him bring out what seemed like a red ointment. A finger dipped inside as he marked my forehead with the ointment. A slight drop dripped on my nose. A sniff left a stun. It wasn’t just a colored ointment; from the smell, this was blood. That was something I was sure of. "Stop!" A yell echoed through the room. As I turned to see who it was, Dominic was standing there, beside him was Nate.

The bold red gemstone, combined with the delicate detailing, made it a standout piece that perfectly complemented her overall look. Called the Crimson Fate, the necklace embodied the deep, red color symbolized by "crimson" and the notion of destiny implied by "fate." It poetically suggested that the necklace, with its striking red gemstone, was destined to play a significant role in the wearer's life – almost as if it was meant to find its way to them, intertwining beauty and destiny. It also captured the essence of life's passionate emotions, destined encounters, and the strength to overcome challenges, all contributing to one's unique journey and legacy.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”