Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

They were enormous, deep purplish-red, and gave off a sweet, enticing fragrance. The sticky note Dad left was next to it. "Honey, these are imported cherries, great for your iron levels. It will give you that pregnancy glow. You're pregnant with our baby, and these are packed with vitamins for our little one. They were ten dollars a kilogram, so make sure you don't share them with the outsider." Obviously, I was the outsider he was referring to. I stared at the box of cherries and let out a cold laugh deep in my heart.

(My favorite). Red is believed to be the color of love. But it has the intensity to burn. Its flames when roar leaves nothing. They only destroy. But so, does love. This time Hades will burn. Everything. Because if it turns out that the girl, he has been searching for is someone he loves. The fire in his eyes will leave no ashes. Should I let myself get caught in the crossfire?

Alec couldn’t speak in too much irritation and probably, anger. His eyes were so red, like the color of evil itself. The color of blood and war. The color of death. Yes, red can symbolize love like that of a rose. But it could symbolize many things such as what I have mentioned already.

Her love, her grief, her fight. Lila pressed her scarred hand, Etienne’s ghost smiling. “Moreau blood.” Her choice, her life. I dragged myself forward, blood pouring, pressing my hand to the tablet. “Vasquez blood. My truth.” Javier’s death, the loan, the cancer, the lies—poured in. Rosa’s voice was steel. “All the family.” Her code, her machete, her heart. We pushed. Our blood, our love, our legacy—Vasquez, Kane, Moreau, Rosa—flooded the river. It screamed, a sound of collapsing worlds, and shattered, dissolving into ash that swirled upward, forming a single red petal.

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."

Especially from one being in particular. "PLEASE! PLEASE, NOOO!" A scream of a young woman echoed in the dead halls. A pair of male Betas yanked her with the shackles of the chains to her arms and legs. She dragged down the elegant red carpets of the castle, adorned in a soft carmine evening dress. Red is the color of royalty amongst Vampires. The most regal and seductive color of them all. A color that only they are drawn to.

Others saw it differently. And she belonged entirely to the second group. Her intense jealousy proved to her that she had fallen for him completely. Yes, that was dangerous. Because when you love someone, the safest thing you can do is not throw yourself into it completely. Do not love completely. Keep a safe distance for the sake of your heart and mind. But no one actually follows that advice. Because when love knocks on our door... Then logic and reason are simply crossed out of the dictionary. And that is despite ourselves. She had loved him excessively, to the point that she felt she was not meant for anyone but him

I saw the girl who never got to go to the dance, never got to fall in love with a Shadow King, and never got to fight a corporate god. She was the one who had suffered so that I could exist. "Do it," I said, stepping toward her. I didn't use the pencil. I didn't use the pipe. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against hers. The "Red Blood" erupted from my heart, a torrent of crimson-violet fire that flowed into her hospital gown, into her tubes, and into her very soul. I felt my "Reality" being drained out of me, my skin turning back into pixels, my heartbeat slowing down.

She averted her eyes and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by hm. “This blood is your gift, sunshine. How can you not like it?” He bloodied his fingers in his blood and held her face, tracing his thumb on her lower lip, painting it red with the amber liquid. She felt the faint metallic taste on her tongue and pleaded once more.

My hands trembled slightly as I prepared the needle. “Just a little, Liam,” I murmured softly, steadying my voice though tears pricked my eyes. “Mama’s here. Just a little.” I pricked his skin carefully, drawing the blood into the thin glass vial. My movements were quick, practiced. But the moment I tilted the vial to the light, my entire body froze. The blood… it wasn’t the right color. It wasn’t bright red. It was darker. Almost black at the edges.