Novel & Cerita Another Name For Crimson

She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out. “These keep talking about the Crimson Moon Queen. They don’t call them curses. They are described as shifters the goddess sends down on purpose.” She points at a jagged tear. “Right here, you can see mentions of ‘Crimson-born’ People with crimson eyes. Zhodin’s name is all over the early and later parts. It’s like every time a story of a cursed being comes up, his name or the Fenaris bloodline appears right beside it.” “How come none of us ever saw these books?” Khaisha walks over, leaning in to inspect the yellowed parchment.

Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby. "A gift," Alexander rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with unshielded possessiveness. "To match the crown you're taking back tonight." He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside. The cool touch of the black diamonds rested against her warm collarbone before he fastened the clasp. His lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a intoxicating spark coursing straight down her spine. "Let's go buy what's yours, Victoria," Alexander murmured near her ear

It was a side of us that would be reserved solely for them. I was not celibate, but I could honestly say that none of those females had ever gotten even a bit of my heart. Blood Lake was situated in a forested area. It wasn’t anything special. The most interesting part of the landscape was the large lake that had special crystals naturally embedded in it. They were called Blood Crystals because of their crimson color. They were sometimes used in rituals but were also just nice to look at. The crystals gave the lake a red glow to it, hence the name Blood Lake.

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?”

Between her, Candido, and the rest of Full Moon, I couldn’t have asked for a better family, not even if we were related by blood. “Maybe we should go shopping before your birthday?” Claire asked. “Something in his favorite color?” I rolled my eyes. “Black?” Claire giggled. “Well, when you put it that way… Maybe red?” I shook my head, though as someone walked past me in the same shade of red as the fabric that had been found at Moon Shadow’s headquarters, I paused. “Claire… what is that shade of red called?” “There’s no official name, but we usually call it Moon Goddess red.” Claire chuckled. “Don’t ask me why red is the color and not silver or white. No one really knows.”