Crimson Blood Novels & Stories

Two, the entire den has been shredded to pieces by a very pissed off Crimson. Crimson wipes her head towards me and growls in a threatening manner. She looks like she wants to rip me apart, but I have no idea fucking why. Crimson starts stalking toward me, but when she reaches me, she does something unexpected. She falls to the floor at my feet and begins to whimper as if I hurt her, but I didn’t even touch her.

"This is the legendary Crimson Blood Sword from the reign of the Blood Emperor. Although its grade isn't quite at disaster rank, it can drain the blood of living beings to refill its owner's power. When a specific number of lives have been sacrificed, the blade itself can evolve to the Disaster rank." The Count elaborated. His eyes were drawn to the weapon. "With its blood-stealing qualities, it may be stated that this is an ideal blade for somebody who lives on the battlefield." I was taken aback. The name of the sword differed from what the system displayed. Wait a second... Did this auction house just give it a random name because they didn't know what it w

Somewhere in the middle of the spine-chilling darkness, the heavy scent of blood curdled in the air. The surroundings were dyed in red. Old and new puddles of blood were forming everywhere. Looking at it One could undoubtedly imagine what had transpired not long ago. Corpses were scattered everywhere. Bloodied limbs and stumps were littered across the areas, and In the midst of this nightmare someone seemed to still be breathing, although faintly.

A strap tied his thick curls back, and he had secured an ancient-looking blade to his back. He was lethal. And as she watched his claws sink into the flesh of Alpha Kai's neck, she had never been more grateful. "She. Is. Mine." Evander snarled, his eyes shining yellow. A tarp now covered the shattered windows of the office, and someone had cleaned up most of the evidence of yesterday's saga. But as a fresh crack in the plaster appeared under Alpha Kai's body, a wave of guilt passed over Sapphira, and as Alpha Kai started to make a gurgling sound, her fingers found Evander's arm.

“You’re not going to hurt me. You’re not going to hurt Gran. You’re not going to hurt anyone. It’s just not in your nature.” Rising to the challenge, I flashed my teeth and crowded into her space just enough to force her to back up and actually get her to widen her eyes. “You sure about that, Mayhem? Maybe your spray-painting idol wouldn’t hurt anyone. But I’m not Black Crimson. I’m the son of a fucking murderer.”

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

The stench of cordite and copper ink still clung to the silk wall coverings of the grand salon, but the blood had been sanitized. Two junior enforcers had scrubbed the parquet floor with industrial bleach, leaving a pale, chemical halo where Enzo Vanni’s head had rested less than twenty minutes ago. Outside, the pre-dawn sky had bruised into a dark, suffocating purple, the storm over Lake Como slowly exhausting its kinetic fury into a thick, low-hanging fog.

The Crimson King II : Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​The entities that poured through the shattered doorway were not the starved, desperate Ferals we had fought in the mud, nor were they the sleek, arrogant lords of the Crimson Court. ​They were the Bloodguard. ​Towering, desiccated husks of ancient vampires wrapped in armor forged of human bone and rusted, red steel. They wielded massive, jagged halberds that hummed with a sick, necrotic green light. They didn't run.

Crimson let out a sharp, pathetic grunt, stumbling backward into a row of wooden chairs as thick crimson blood instantly sprayed from his nostrils, covering his mouth and chin. He snarled, his eyes flashing a dangerous, bright amber as his inner wolf violently pushed to the surface, and he lunged back at me in a blind rage. We crashed hard into the solid stone wall, a brutal, chaotic scuffle breaking out as the other Alphas jumped out of their chairs to get out of the way. Crimson managed to get a tight grip on the lapels of my jacket, trying to use his weight to throw me down to the floor, but I quickly caught him by the throat, using my momentum to slam him

All of them were wrong. "Welcome to the real Crimson Moon Academy," Director Frost said, her voice carrying despite the distance. "Or should I say, welcome to the birthplace of the new world." "Let them go," I demanded, indicating the tubes. "Let them go?" She laughed. "Dear child, they're already gone. These are just shells, genetic templates for the next phase. You stabilized the random transformations, yes, but imagine if we could control it completely. Design the perfect hybrid. Create soldiers, workers, breeders—"