Crimson Angel Novels & Stories

Reflexively, he turns his body to face her but what he sees is her body becoming flimsy and vanishing from the room right in front of him. He clenches his teeth heavily and walks out of the bathroom with a gloomy face as he starts hurling random curses at her inside his mind. He didn’t know why but he didn’t trust that spirit even a little, she was getting something out of helping him, he only hoped it’s a price he could pay. He closes the door after him and walks over to the bed with his head down. A lot of things have been going on in his mind lately. And this pain- it's like he is losing control over his body day by day. Even this Glinda- before he would have to send her away forcefully s

Blood trickles down his waist, pooling on the ground beneath him, and I glance away, afraid my instincts will weaken my resolve to save him. "You need to swallow my blood." My voice is stern, determined. I might look like a teenager, but I've been around for decades; I know how to sound like an authority. "Or else you're going to bleed to death." The angel shifts on the ground and I tilt my head when a pair of large angry eyes find mine—they are the color of violet crystals and shimmering like the stars. A slight blush covers my skin. Drowning in his pools of charm seems like a possibility. Still, I remind myself to stay focused and not fall victim to the angel's surreal beauty.

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

Angelo original black phoenix eyes also transformed into golden eyes after the red moon appeared. Hades busily torn Angelo clothes apart while Zeus caresses Angelo angelic face, he opened his lips ad reach for Angelo ears that was faintly red then exhaled their Luna scent heavily, releasing his pheromones when hades had successfully torn apart the clothes that was covering their Luna gorgeous boy. Both the twins golden eyes flash, they opened their lips in union and says the same thing that make Angelo dumbfounded “Our Luna, it’s time for our mating” Bloody Red Moon: The Alpha Twins Male Luna Volume I

Ran a hand through his hair. Covered in sweat and the smell of liquor. Looking like a damn model. Angel looked down. The suits were on the floor. One was unconscious and breathing. The other one was cursing—holding his knee. Angel can smell the blood. Salty. Coppery. ‘Who the hell is this guy?’ **

My newly awakened power pulsed beneath my skin, eager to be unleashed, but doubt curled in my chest. What if I wasn’t ready? A deafening crack split the air, and the doors burst open. The shockwave sent shards of stone flying, the sheer force of it making me stumble back. And then they stepped inside. Six figures cloaked in deep crimson, their faces hidden beneath shadowed hoods. Their presence was suffocating, like a storm pressing against my lungs. Magic dripped from them, thick and oppressive, making the very air tremble. The tallest of them stepped forward, lowering his hood. His face was carved from ice, his eyes a hollow, endless black. “Angelina Rossetti.” His voice was smooth, deadly

"We can use him though, he thinks that he's smart enough to play Klyde within his hand but... he's not that smart to trust me." "We can't assure if he really trusts you, he's just using you to get Klyde's money and then maybe after you got no use for him anymore, he'll ditch you in a pit or a dirty canal, dead. You're a criminal, you should always put that in your head." "Was." He corrected him with a tight smile and points his forefinger on him. "I was a criminal, now I'm volunteering for the great and good of the world. I'm now a white angel, bad bad no no." He wiggled his forefinger on him.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

Being a Royal is strange. "And how am I alive right now?" Crimson looks up at Roel, who hesitates before he answers. "We are not sure, exactly." "It was not dark magic, sweetheart," Crimson attempts to soothe. "This is a miracle, a gift from the Angels. Everyone knows you died before you truly lived out your potential. You're here to finish what you started, of course." I frown at the mention of dark magic. What is that supposed to mean? Sighing, I look down at the photos again as Crimson shows me another.

Only the sounds of occasional horns honking in the traffic and the business world that is still raging outside. During so, Crystal’s mind was clouded with thoughts, all of the sudden. Angelica isn’t really close to her, they don’t click at all as friends even, since she once viewed Crystal as a vile being whose only aim is to get the family’s wealth. Well, that was half true, Crystal isn’t really Carmilla, but she doesn’t really care about the family’s wealth. All that she cared about which led to this mission is her desire to get revenge. Eventually, Angelica pulled up at a bar, she got out and so did Crystal.