Another Name For Crimson Novels & Stories

"Grandpa do you know her? That is Crimson my band mate, are you sure you haven't confused her for someone else?" Amber asked. "Of course not. Her name is Crimson but I prefare to call her Lily, she is like my grand daughter, her late father and my late son used to be good friends and business partners." The old man answered. "I didn't know her father was death..." Amber muttered, she was surprised at her finding. Crimson had now gotten to them and gently bowed as she greeted the old man. "I'm Sorry I haven't come to see you in a long time Grandpa. How is your health?"

Every time. His signature initials—B.C.—plus his black and red color scheming ways was how my paper had decided to coin him Black Crimson, which I personally thought they could’ve done a better job of, but now that he’d been Black Crimson for so many months, the very name had become synonymous with extracting a big, dreamy sigh from me. Because seriously… Black Crimson. (Yes, cue the sigh there.) I thought of him as this wild, unobtainable unicorn of a creature. The man was simply a legend.

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.

He placed the words all so easily. "What? The Halflings do not know?" Cora tilted her head innocently and mocked. "Your friend here is an Omega Vampire. Or quite accurately, the Crimson Bride." -END-

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

Nathan shudder in fear, hearing his words. “Unfortunately, Aoi Akuma-sama want to keep you.” he squeezed Nathan face firmly. “Now, I wonder what is your connection to his beloved Crimson Blade and that girl.” Nathan stared fixedly at him in perplexed, ever since they picked them up and dragged, he always heard them say, ‘Crimson Blade’. ‘Who is Crimson Blade? And what is it?’

Somewhere in the middle of the spine-chilling darkness, the heavy scent of blood curdled in the air. The surroundings were dyed in red. Old and new puddles of blood were forming everywhere. Looking at it One could undoubtedly imagine what had transpired not long ago. Corpses were scattered everywhere. Bloodied limbs and stumps were littered across the areas, and In the midst of this nightmare someone seemed to still be breathing, although faintly.

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

“I just want you back!” A whisper, gentle and filled with sorrow: “I already came back… inside your heart.” The red light in Evelyn’s eyes flared. She lifted her gaze to the sky: the blood moon was rising again. --- Weeks later, Valenfort was sealed off. No one was allowed inside the city. Rumors spread that on moonlit nights, people saw a figure in a black cloak walking through the ruins, eyes glowing like fresh blood. They called her by a new name: The Crimson Heir.

I mutter. She looks at me with a nod. “And those who are not hybrids must have felt it even stronger.” Frowning, I run my fingers through my long black hair. Hmm, like an alpha command. What exactly is the power of the Crimson King… “I checked books of old lore. I had a few brought in from the head coven in America and there is a symbol in our history books that refers to a power above all. A symbol that is always in red, I don’t know, but when I saw it, I felt that perhaps it stands for him.”