Crimson Angel Novels & Stories

I fired up the Supernatural Media app and looked up his name. An image appeared of a man so pretty that it took a moment to realize that I hadn’t gotten the wrong Azriel. He gazed into the camera through pale blue eyes that glowed like crystals held up to the moon. His long hair was the same creamy white as his feathers and made my honey blonde look like dishwater. Everything about his features was soft, from his rounded cheekbones, to his full, pink lips, to his delicate jaw. I tore my gaze from the enchanting image. This angel was a work of art.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

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.

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.

And when I see a guy who has color black wings, like an angel, Lyca and I stop for a moment to look at him. “My name is Remiel. I'm a falling angel, and I came from heaven. I have a lot of sins, So I choose to make a place to the creature of God, that who has like me and try to cleanse their soul, but like other places, I have a rule, and one of does was been break by the four of you, And because of that you have to pay for that, And that was what I am doing to the two of your friends, I put them into the world that they are the one who can see. And inside of that was terrifying things like you being seeing a lot of monsters that could kill you while you are inside of the world that I made.

Zafira's red teary eyes again brimmed with tears, "This is my end. End of my life. End of my freedom. End of my love. End of Azrael's CRIMSON" ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

I respond, trying to make her drop the subject. I know where Nyx is heading and I don't want to hear it. The relationship between us is too new and fragile to talk about our professions. He did state that my past and future is something he will accept unconditionally. I hope he doesn't change his mind after learning my real Identity in the dark web. Killer angels is a group I created after going through something horrible. It's a group that gives women hope and a chance to start again,to escape the darkness thrust their way and more importantly,save potential women from being stripped of their dignity by ruthless men.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

I still couldn't believe Mom had a dark past, leaving her own daughter for power. "The truth is that my full name is Angelica D'Angelo. My mother is the late Sophie De Santos," Angelica declared.