Crimson Angel Novels & Stories

With all the strength I had left, I raised my leg, and almost succeeded in kneeing him in the groin, but he caught my leg, and a new kind of anger blazed from his eyes. "You stupid bloodclat whore! I'm going to teach you just why you should not mess with me." I raised my chin, hiding the fear in my voice. "You are the one messing with yourself asshole. Do you know what Vampires do to filthy things like you who do not know their place." Annoying him was a wrong move to make -- I saw that as I watched his eyes turn red with anger, but I could not back down now. I raised my chin even a notch higher. "If you do not get off me this instant, I would make you regret the day you were born."

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 thank him, and he pecks my cheek before setting me down. "Just wait, Angel. We haven't even started yet." he grins happily. "How about a drink to start?" Crimson asks with a grin, coming over with two glasses in her hand. "That's perfect, thank you!" I smile as she passes me one. "Hit the music!" Salem calls out, and suddenly music begins to blare out from different speakers around the room. "Bottoms up, Kitten!" Crimson cheers and we both slam back our drinks before giggling. "That tastes amazing!" I exclaim.

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

She wiped her tears and forced herself up, she stood up and walk out of the room, Alpha Zaid followed her, she entered her bathroom and lock herself in pouring herself very cold water with her eyes fixed not even blinking. "Why does it hurt so much Moon goddess? Is it wrong for me to at least be the one that makes me happy? I don't even have the right to hate Tyler, he has not done anything wrong to me, I was just stupid..." Crimson said in her mind and cried, she washed her face after some time and dressed up. She left for the Elders meeting. * Crimson arrived at the court room with her eyes red, she tried hard not to fall down as her head a lot and she is starting to feel dizzy.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

The moment the door shut, I went back to scribbling notes and reviewing a list of everyone under me. I didn’t even notice the time had flown until my phone buzzed with a message from Tomas: Angel is here with a blonde. Just like that, I discarded everything I was doing, my pulse thrumming as I booted my second monitor. The camera feed loaded and there he was, Angel fucking Di Cristina, walking into my club with a woman who looked like she’d walked straight out of a Maxim photoshoot. The fuck was this? And then, I watched as they headed toward the old VIP zone that was now remodeled into the club's new sex pit, and my jaws clenched.

Along the ruined street, flickering billboards looped the Guild’s broadcast: “The Purification Operation was successful. The Blood King has been eliminated. Traitor Evelyn Cross is wanted across Valenfort.” Adrian shut the screen off, voice raspy. “We can’t stay here. Marcus transferred command to someone new named Aster Crowe . They call him the Gray Angel of the Guild.” Evelyn looked up. “Crowe? Never heard of him.” “I have,” Adrian said grimly. “He’s a hybrid born from a failed experiment. The Guild took him in, trained him, then purged the vampire blood from his system. But everyone knows… once blood turns black, it never truly turns white again.”

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.