Another Name For Crimson の小説・ストーリー

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

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.

“Sophia has one.I was always curious as to what it was.” Ivette's lips formed a subtle almost covert smile. “Miss Ivy its the Crimson Mark. It represents being a member of the Crimson Order.” I repeated feeling as though I had wandered into a spy novel “The Crimson mark?What is that? A secret society tattoo of some sort?” “In a sense” she admitted. “It is a network. A group. Protection is its main objective. Anyone who carries this mark and is aware of its significance is under the protection of the Order…shielded everywhere... from particular threats, influences and. . . individuals.”

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent

She needed a new name. As she contemplated this, she looked around, there was a broken piece of a packaging with writing on one side. It looks insignificant, but she read what she could of the alien language, "Nh-eey-ah? Nya?" She considered it, it sounded appropriate. She then looked into her mirror again, practicing the name, and saw the strange markings on her back and its vibrant crimson color, the same color as her hair. "Nya Crimson?" she mused then shrugged, it sounded good. Intimidating and awe-inspiring.

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.

If it had come down to war, Cambiador had far greater numbers. He shakes his head. His hair caught the light of the flame, making it glow even redder than it already is and casting his cinnamon-colored skin an ethereal red. “I finally understand why my grandfather named you Crimson,” I chuckle trying to lighten the mood. “But where did Kolby come from?” “He always said he wanted a son and would have named him Kolby. When he found me, that’s the name he gave me. And yes, Crimson, because of the natural color of my eyes.” He turns back slightly and flashes a toothy smile at me.

“Was I supposed to?” He pouted. It was adorable. “Come on Crimson, don’t be like that”. I frown. “Crimson?” “My nickname for you. You like it?” I chuckle, amazed. “You..you do realize that’s the colour of my wolf, don’t you?” He smiles. “It is?” I laugh again. “Yeah”. He licked his lips, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “So, did you miss me?” “Why did you leave?”