Another Name For Crimson の小説・ストーリー

“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.”

Tumango siya ng bahagya at ngumiti. “Ganito na siya noon pa. Maaaring nakuha ko sa nanay ko.” Nangingiti-ngiting sagot niya na animo'y inaalala pa ang kaniyang ina. “You remember her?” “Ah... she has a blurry memory inside my head. I can't remember her vividly.” Nahihiyang tugon niya. I can sense her sadness. “Crimson.” “Ha?” “Your name will be Crimson from now on. Crimson Leroux.”

Anya’s POV Nikolai’s hand on my lower back feels like a brand itself. It is hard and possessive. He leads me past the familiar corridors, further into the house, to a heavy black door I have never seen open. He takes a key from his pocket and opens the door gently. The snap is loud in the stillness. “Welcome to the Red Room,” he says. His voice is low and dark. The name sends ice through my veins. The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing.

I am Crimson Bold, 'Bold' happens to be my dad name and Crimson was the name my mom gave me at birth before she gave up the ghost. According to my dad the name was unplanned but when I was born they took notice of my deep yet bright red hair which I inherited from my great grandfather and decided to name me Crimson. "MISS BOLD!!!" my dad called again, "I am awake dad, I'm just meditating" well its the common excuse we give when we are caught dozing off but it wasn't completely a lie. I stretched out my cramped bones and slowly opened my eyes to meet my dad deep blue eyes. His eyes were the only physical feature I inherited from him but mine were in ocean deep blue shades.

"Isn't that a coincidence? That a letter led me right here? So that means I was in this town sometime ago?" "Sounds like a long time ago, son. Don't make light of the passing of time. What else can you tell us about that moon? Regardless, crimson isn't used anymore. People just call it red." "People call it red because everything looks red. They don't know the exact color. The moon can't be all red. It's a natural entity. One can't use simple colors to describe it." Old Mikey leaned backwards into his seat and folded his hands across his chest. He kissed his teeth, "Alright, scholar. Get on with it."

He shook his head, "No, my friend. There is a pack whose alpha shares your traits; we are what you might call allies, adversaries to Crimson. If you can collaborate with them, I assure you that your desires regarding Drew will be fulfilled." An adversarial group targeting the Crimson pack? There are numerous packs that harbor deep animosity towards them. Legends suggest that the alpha lineage once wielded immense power, though these tales may be mere myths. Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies.

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.

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

I take a moment to gather my thoughts as this is certainly a change in events that I didn’t expect to happen. “What do you think of Alpha Black and the Crimson Dawn pack?” Every pack has rumors about them. Most of the time those rumors are made up to make the pack sound like they’re a bunch of bad asses so certain wolves end up desiring the pack while others stay away. Sometimes, like the rumors of Red Fang, they end up true.