Blood And Crips Colors Novels & Stories

Pulling the stem, she cut it using the scissor but accidentally pricked herself with its thorns. “My luna! Your finger!” Julie was about to hold her to wipe the blood flowing freely from her fingers. Yet, Kaliyah pulled it away and stared at it intently. Crimson. That color was so familiar. Where did she even last see such color? Right. Her blood was similar with Ruan’s eyes whenever he got mad. It was frightening. Yet, alluring. It captivates her every time. But, when will she ever see it again?

she says, commenting on my odd eye colour. Smiling, I continue, “And each Alpha has a pack colour—Rune with crimson, Cassian with emerald green, and Malachi with royal blue. I was thinking we could incorporate these colours along with different shades of purple flowers. What do you think?” Amina’s face lit up, her eyes showing a flash of creative genius. “That’s a brilliant idea! We could use lavender and lilac for their calming and healing properties, to soothe any wedding jitters.”

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

It was one of the reasons Raphael had decided to deal with them specifically by using cures from the same family as the toxins, they just worked more efficiently that way. The belief was that the bolder colours we're usually toxins, like dark red, royal blue, golden yellow while the softer ones were cures except for Mandrake which had no bold or soft side. White was usually just white except you considered off white which by the way to Mages, was totally off and deserved to be given a different name entirely. "When do we get there?" Tank questioned snapping Raphael out of his thoughts.

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

Heart beats fast. Igor leans on the wall. His coat is old. Buttons missing. He smokes. The smoke curls up like a ghost. Papa sits on the chair. Head in hands. His hair is gray now. More gray than last month. Igor sees me first. His eyes narrow. “Why red?” he asks Papa, not me. His voice is rough. Like gravel. “Red is for whores. White is better. She will look pure. Like she is.” Papa looks up. His eyes are red. Not from crying. From drinking. He rubs his chin. Slow.

I stood in the center of the pit, chest heaving, blood on my knuckles, some of it mine, most of it Crusher's. The dual bloodline energy was still humming through me, wild and alive, I couldn't quite push it back down. My eyes, I knew, were still flickering. Silver. Red. Silver. Red. An impossible color that had no business existing in one pair of eyes. I needed to get out. Get off this stage before anyone looked too closely, before. "AURELIA!" The scream cut through the noise like a blade through fog. I knew that voice before I turned.

I stared at it as the liquid caught the dim light, looking alive and wrong. My blood had always been red, since only those of the pure Eucharist line carried this gilded hue in their veins as the mark of the high alphas. I had not bled this way since the ceremony that bound me to Sienna years ago, meaning the suppressants were completely gone and the power was back.

Too bad I’ve lived with this my entire life, and I’ve never noticed anything happen to me in regard to the colour of my blood. “Do you bleed…in other ways that colour?” He asks warily. When I glance at him, towelling myself off, I notice the slightest tint of colour in his cheeks, making me smile. Despite everything - especially the fact that I’m naked - I can still find it in myself to smile at his show of rare emotion. I walk out of the bathroom into my bedroom, followed closely by Cian. “You mean my period? Yes Cian, it’s always been this violet colour.”