Crimson Blood Novels & Stories

"We are finally getting answers, and I'm sure Uncle will find something out too." I just wanted her to be healthy and herself once again. She nodded, and we fell silent. I'm sure Uncle will, and then with that knowledge combined with what Mom learned, we can work on a plan to find this Crimson King and kill him. I had organised a regime for a special group, and with the help of other trusted Alphas, to gather the blood we needed. We currently have the blood of one hundred and two virgins. We still had a way to go, but we had sent some men to go to the human areas of the country and were attaining blood from humans as well. I just hoped we had the six hundred and sixty-six soon because it was

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

No blood appeared. Yet beneath pale skin, ancient crimson symbols slowly emerged. Two lines of unfamiliar numbers and runes. They crawled along the paths of her veins. Flashing. Counting down. Etching themselves permanently into flesh. A blood-red covenant of life and death.

Crimson pulled me tighter into his arms and covered my body with his own. Sapphire fired her gun, aiming at Mark. His head dropped to the floor. He wasn't moving anymore. “C-Crimson?” I called him but he didn't respond. I pushed his body, and he landed on the floor. When I looked at my hands, I realized they were soaked with blood. His blood. A piercing scream erupted from my lips as I cradled his bloodstained body in my arms. "Crimson. Please wake up… Answer me, please," I pleaded in a hoarse whisper.

“Back in the woods. He said… something’s taking over. He kept slamming his head into a tree. I… I left him.” Cris placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “You did what you had to.” His voice wasn’t cruel. But it wasn’t kind either. I looked down— That’s when I noticed it. There was blood on his sleeve. Not Damien’s. It was older. Darker. “Are you hurt?” I asked quietly. Cris paused, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment… they didn’t look human. “It’s not my blood,” he said simply. “Let’s get going.”

Especially our pack, the CRIMSON KNIGHT, known for the merciless and arrogant Alpha who spilled blood of countless humans and werewolves alike. Just remembering his name, send shivers down my spine. A greed-struck human who had no bounds. ‘ahh..shit’ I winced stopping the blood flow, my body was weaker than I imagined it to be. The colors in my skin were fading, and I knew if not now, I could never leave this pack alive. With trembling fingers, I removed the thorn, biting my lip so hard, the smell of blood hit me. It took me 3 attempts before I finally freed myself, and to what joy, because the blood in my veins, trickled down like a waterfall, endlessly, as I tried to take a step.

She raised her second hand to fight me off and I grabbed it so that I was now restraining both her hands. “Hey, are you just going to watch as she assaults me!” Jennifer screamed at her lackeys. They rushed at me and as they did, I tossed Jennifer to the side to deal with them. The first one fell out to the side as I kicked her legs out from under her and the other one had her hands twisted much like Jennifer. “You seem to have forgotten who I am.” I smiled at the women who backed away from me. In the first place, whose blood flowed through my veins? It was the blood of a warrior. The Crimson Wolf! The Crimson Wolf did not birth a child who could not hold out against women who only knew how

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

He spread his arms, his voice deep: “From blood and darkness, I create a new order. The Crimson Pact is no longer just the Blood Emperor and the legacy of the one who sacrificed for this world!” At his feet, hundreds of half-blood beings, once human, now infected with blood, knelt. The chants rose in unison: “For blood! For Evelyn Cross!” Meanwhile, in the wasteland outside Valenfort, Callen Graves, the former Bishop of the Order, who was thought to be dead, was still alive. Half of his body was burned, he held a scorched bible and a test tube containing a drop of pale red blood. He looked towards the red light in the center of the city, laughing hoarsely: