Crimson Blood Novels & Stories

"Let her go,she's ours" The mist coil like Anaconda and rounded the forest,hissing,snapping effortlessly,it traveled along the part of the gamaliels and stood there as if to challenge them,the gamaliels sneer and in a minute their skins begin to peel,turning into a Phoenix,they'd the powers,they'd the strength that's why they addressed them as the red blooded kim,it changed from mallow to olive bad then salmon. The mist recoil moving back and in a snap they attacked,coiling around their enemies like ropes,the gamaliels tore it apart earning a loud squeal,a deafening one.

CRIMSON'S SCANDAL. Chapter 1. . Subtitle: a fan sign. The atmosphere was buzzy and disorientating as Crimson stepped out of her white lamborghini, the paparazzi and the crowd blocked her way into the large stadium at once as soon as she stepped out of the car, however her gaurds were active as they quickly covered her up while others tried to clear the road for her to go in, the crowd was continuesly jamming her road.

⸻ The sky above split apart. ⸻ And for a moment— Amara saw a third presence. ⸻ Not black like the Fallen Celestial. ⸻ Not gold like the ancient wolf. ⸻ Crimson. ⸻ Deep crimson. ⸻ Like blood beneath moonlight. ⸻ The image vanished instantly. ⸻ Yet everyone had seen it. ⸻ Everyone. ⸻ The corrupted heir smiled. ⸻ And whispered: ⸻ “The prophecy was never about two.”

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.

He followed those annotations the way he would follow tracks. An hour in he found the first reference. It was in a volume on ancient bloodlines, in a section his father had marked with a strip of dark ribbon. The page was dense with old text, the language formal and archaic, but the meaning was clear enough. The Blood Crescent mark, known in the old tongue as the Crimson Sign, appears only on wolves of the Red Moon bloodline and cannot be replicated or transferred. It identifies the bearer as a carrier of the ancient Red Wolf strain, a lineage believed extinct following the destruction of the Red Moon pack in the battle of…

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

His obsession was like the darkest of storms and was pulling her in deeper with every glance, every touch. Azrael reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, "You’re like crimson, beautiful and dangerous. A color that runs deep, impossible to forget. Just like you, Crimson. You’re in my blood now. You are my blood, my passion and my fire" His words made her feel cold and hot all at once. She could feel his possessiveness that was wrapping around her like a noose. He wasn’t just claiming her; he was consuming her. "You can try to run, but you will never get away from me. You’re mine, Crimson. Forever", He continued and his voice was soft but deadly, causing her chest to tighten, her

"About Crimson, we heard of their affiliation with the rogue pack. And decided to take a peek to ascertain if the claims were true or false. Unsurprisingly, we discovered that the claims were true and so I decided to give them perfect retribution. I also found out that they were planning my demise. What better way to show them that we mean business than to bring them to their feet? The woman who they referred to as Luna was never their Luna, but an Omega slave who was being used at her own peril. Right now, crimson is bound to us by a blood oath and if they even dare to connive again, we shall strike them where it hurts." The werewolves gathered in the room clapped as he finished speaking. L

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.