Crimson Angel Novels & Stories

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

"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.

She would win. Angel glanced around, rain pouring heavily on him and drenched his clothes completely. The arrows stopped. Did she run out? A smirk crept on his face when he realized her strength was no more. He could attack her and win. However, Angel came to a halt when he got a whiff of something delicious lingering in the air and was carried away by the wind and water. His eyes had changed color to a crimson red. Veins popped from his neck, showing blood running at an insane speed. His thirst for blood lingered in his throat as he tried to keep calm and not fall for the trap.

Mira sincerely said to her beloved Angel who was taken by surprise. ‘Wow…she’s really something…’ “Mira, I…” Angel was about to say something to that but Mira put her index finger on his lips to hush him. “I, Mira La Croix, the vampire mistress of the La Croix clan and your lady boss from La Senteur and La Croix Commercial Building sincerely accept Angel Reeves as my beloved mate and no power of time or space can make me stop from loving you.” Mira sincerely accepted Angel for who he was. Angel felt their bond was already forming and it was making his wall melt a little.

" Crimson concluded, she then walked back into the angency. Crimson locked herself in her former apartment and refused to see anyone, she was very annoyed and angry and couldn't leave the apartment even though the highers ups demanded a meeting with her as soon a possible. Kevin just got back from a business meeting and happened to here the news of Crimson's accusations he rushed down to the agency at once. The crowd outside was still plenty with many anti fans protesting and asking for Crimson to be removed from the group as she is causing too much problems for the group. Kevin's black car drove into the premises and as soon as he stepped out of his van with his two guards he immediately ge

She tried to escape but the lightning caught her, wrapped her, welded her to the air itself. I screamed too, but not in pain. In fury. In love. In a rage so pure it made me see colors that didn’t exist. The lightning bubbled angrily and the color turned to red. “Fucking hellhound blood!” Angelica hissed as she struggled against the hold my powers had on her. “You don’t have the power to destroy me. This is far from over!” She bit her bottom lip, making blood spill out from it. I watched as the blood grew and surrounded her before she vanished.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.