Crimson Aesthetics Novels & Stories

But no it was something deeper bounding us, a thread wound through desire and fate that was tangled in ways the gods fear to name. I know what she is and I want her all the same. My realm is carved from darkness and temptation, they call it The Crimson Court, a sanctuary for creatures too beautiful to be trusted and too damned to be saved. My people thrive in the shadows of temptation and ruin feeding on what humans crave the most. Desire is power here and power comes with a price. But surrounded by silk, blood and sin I feel nothing anymore. I am empty, every taste and touch felt hollow because she wasn't with me.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.

"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.

Slowly, I have begun to breathe easy as the tension eased up within me, very nearly forgetting all that happened with the Ebiye and the others. “Hey Kudaisi, can I talk to you for a minute?” Ann came up to Kudaisi’s side of the desk as we packed our things to leave the class, angling her body provocatively to accentuate her curves. She shifted her eyes to me, giving me a wicked glare that could only mean I should scat, but when she looked back at Kudaisi it was with a beaming otherworldly smile over her face. Ann had somehow gotten time to apply makeup on her face with a crimson red lip gloss to match on in the less than two minutes since the closing bell rang, bringing out her sharp feature

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

"You know HE will make you, don't you? She knew he would. He was their guardian now. He'd wanted to be for some time. Well, as far back as she could remember. She had no understanding why. But, the way he looked at her made her cringe at times. He was her father's brother. Well, adopted brother. Why would he look at her like he owned her? At twenty-three it was creepy at best for him to want to take custody. Yet, he did. He didn't seem to care about Ryder much. It was almost as if he was taking him because he knew that Rowan was close to him and didn't want her unhappy. She sat up then slid off her bed. The carpet seemed warm on her bare feet. After heaving a heavy sigh she headed to take a

It was no denying that Blanche still cared for Hent like a little sister, but everything's change now and she hoped that whatever she'd do, Hent can understand. After all, she was created to have the ability of a human. As she stared at the twin in separate beds, one has red motif in hers and a glittery guitar that has a burning fake fire on it while the other was designed with green landscapes and butterflies and flowers. Just like how different their personality was, the twin worked and sync in harmony, Crimson loves Forest as much as she did and with just one look, they can succeed. Crimson would automatically do the right thing and be straightened to protect her sister.

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.