Crimson Angel Novels & Stories

After the Bath, just after midnight, every clan did their ritual to welcome the deities. Just as an ordinary night of every Bath, this one particular angel climbed to the hilltop of the Ariums. She was glowing unlike everybody else. Not just that she radiated the brightest, but because her glow was red - she looked on fire. Her feathers were red-orange like the sunset. Though everyone could see her wings, no one could see her face. It was covered by an invisible veil and from afar, anyone could only see her glow and her face was blinding even just to stare. So, since that night everyone called her the Phoenix.

He didn't care anymore wether it was forbidden or not because his crave for her has resurfaced, and the problem with his own is that his craving is mixed with his madness bloodline which means his bloodline would be activated almost every time his craving appeared which means every time he is with her, as he thought about the angel god naked body positioning itself for his monster he moaned and squeezed his monster and shivered from the pleasure, his pumping increased as he pumped his monster faster and faster, his long hair down over his shoulder almost reaching his hips, he has been trying his hair for a long time that even him forgot why he always ties it, and it was because it was too lo

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.

I grip her hips hard, my fingers will leave bruises for sure. I line myself up. She is still virgin, so tight. Wet from fear and shame. I push in. One brutal thrust. She screams so high and broken. “No! It hurts! Please!” “Please what? Fuck you?” Blood runs warm down her thighs, red mixing with water. Her virginity is mine now. I finally claimed my prize. I pull back and slam in again, deeper. She cries loud, her sobs shake her body. Tears stream down her face with the water.

I could perceive even the slightest odours or fragrances from very far distances. The scent hit me again, slower this time. I retorted at it. Slowing down my jog to a speed walk. It was becoming even stronger as I was almost at the alley entrance. I stepped onto the main road. No cars. No people. No vampires, but just that scent... I felt the gentle push at my back. My vampire instincts kicked in and I swilled on the spot. The bright colours from before exploded again behind my eyes. Reds and yellows, blues and greens. I was staring at an angel, a beautiful angel. She fell slowly, I cocked my head to the side. It was like someone had hit the slow motion button on her.

The position, the timing, the angel, and every other factor must work against the opponent, is what they must watch out for. ~SCRREAAAACCCHHH The Angel wailed in anguish at this moment. At the top of her lungs, she shrieked. Her expressions could not be more repulsive. However, something began to shift that alarmed Colt and Creed. She had absolutely lost her cool. The angel's hair began to turn crimson, and a ghastly aura enveloped around her. A cataclysm rhythm erupted, breaking their rhythm. The next second, the giant mustered all of her strength and brutally thrashed Creed with the hit of her sword, sending him 12 meters up in the air. Creed clutched his dagger but the impact was just too

❝Maybe,❞ she agreed. Angel opened her eyes, and only then did she pay attention to her surroundings, which indicated great sadness. She felt as if the owner of this place was living in darkness. And sadness because there is almost no life around it, as if its living colour has died for a long time and is being consumed. Because you will only see three colours on the entire sheet of this unit.

Crystal couldn't understand why Rose seemed to envy her so much, but she brushed it off, knowing that it was not worth her time or energy. "Did you hear?." Grace asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hear about what?." Crystal inquired, genuinely curious. "Angel is no longer here," Grace revealed, her voice filled with anticipation. "The owner wants to take over and be in charge now. I heard he's a guy and a complete hottie." She couldn't help but smile mischievously. Crystal's heart sank slightly at the news. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right

Chiara approached where he was sitting, she spread her shirt on the floor beside him and sat down. Neither of them spoke as they watched the sunset over the calm ocean. As she watched the sunset, he glanced at her. She was an unfolding mystery and every cover he peeled off her revealed something more awe inspiring. He turned to look at the sky and decided to give the connection between them a chance. She was more than a murderer and he knew she had some good in her, she was just born into the wrong family. The brilliant sun glowed bright and illuminated the ocean. The intense assortment of yellow, orange and pink colors all over the sky with the fiery orange sun going below the water, rays o

“And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?” Somehow, his skull smirked. The brightest seed of rebellion. The act of life is war. But I showed you that this morning. Mourning my impossible dreams. “So angels dream, Samael?” I do. Perhaps it's sin. He whistled with his bare teeth. Two birds darted from the canopy: one lush red with black wings; the other a crow. I scrutinized the first. “That's a Scarlet Tanager.”