Blood Red Love Novels & Stories

"RED-EYEZ, the company that oversees the Vousme dating application is strongly suspected of being the mastermind behind this tragedy. We urge Vousme users to immediately delete the application from your devices and wait for the results of the investigation into RED-EYEZ leader, Jayden Gavian." After the narrative of Jay's fall was echoed, the Riot Squad aimed at the hearts of RED-EYEZ vampires. One by one, they descended into the anger of actual death. Their bodies lay bloodless, their pale skin turned blue, and their eyes widened. Only the blood of their prey remains in their mouth area, and the fishy smell is everywhere. "Too late," Jay muttered.

“You know, my love, there’s something intoxicating about your blood. It carries a sweetness that sets my senses on fire.” I chuckled softly; the sound laced with a mix of excitement and affection. “Oh, is that so? Well, I’m glad to know this. Consider it my gift to you, an elixir of love and devotion.” He resumed his gentle feeding, his eyes never leaving mine as he savoured each drop. “It’s more than just a gift, Mia. It’s a reminder of our deep connection, an intimate bond that transcends the ordinary. Drinking your blood is an act of trust and surrender, a symbol of our eternal love.”

“If we reunite, we might destroy the Voice.” The crowned one glared at her. “Or lose ourselves forever.” “You said it yourself,” I whispered. “The only way forward is through truth.” The crowned version’s blade faltered then she dropped it and stepped forward. For a single, breathless moment, both versions reached for each other. The light exploded. The light burned hot, white and red like the blood moon itself. The two versions of her trembled as their hands touched, and I felt the pulse ripple through the chamber like the heartbeat of Black Hollow.

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.

Once he turned on the lights, she could see the room clearly. It had been decorated to perfection. Red roses were scattered across the bed, forming a small heart with more white roses inside it. Everything was perfect, perfectly suited for a dreamy, passionate night between two people bound together by a powerful love. Let this day become the most beautiful memory they would ever have for the rest of their lives. She raised one corner of her mouth sarcastically at the sight. Then she watched him hurriedly take out his clothes and walk past her into the bathroom, closing the door behind him without saying a word.