Crimson Blood Red Novels & Stories

Magic. The crimson fluid in the bottle began to move, making its way out of the bottle, while Krys' hands danced skillfully in the air, as her chanting grew fiercer and sharper, holding much intensity and vigor. The crimson fluid in the air began to grow a bright shade of red as my sister kept on chanting. In an instant, the red light engulfed the crimson fluid and burned brighter. In an instant, it exploded in the air, turning into tiny specks of red dust.

Especially from one being in particular. "PLEASE! PLEASE, NOOO!" A scream of a young woman echoed in the dead halls. A pair of male Betas yanked her with the shackles of the chains to her arms and legs. She dragged down the elegant red carpets of the castle, adorned in a soft carmine evening dress. Red is the color of royalty amongst Vampires. The most regal and seductive color of them all. A color that only they are drawn to.

THE ALPHA BOOK Clara was a little surprised but she was still sure that Crystal couldn't be the princess because it was not possible! While Ramos opened the Alpha book and without even allowing Crystal to say anything, he kept her hand in the book, making everyone curious about the truth. They knew the Alpha book was the most powerful proof as only the alpha bloodline reveals the blood red colour in the book while all the other Wolves get yellow color. "Ramos_" "Shh." Seeing Crystal hesitating a bit, Ramos glared at her to stay still. Seeing his cold eyes, Crystal didn't dare to make any tiny noise or love her hand as everyone's eyes were stuck on that page and her hand.

It swelled and its color morphed into crimson. The next second, the rat busted into red liquid. Ryan and Grey pushed back, almost startled. “What the hell?” Ryan exclaimed. “Did that rat just implode?” Ryan added, his eyes almost exploding from the socket. If he didn't see it, he wouldn't believe it. “Yes,” Grey answered softly. He sounded shocked. “What the hell is in her blood?” Grey lifted the glass cup which had a remnant of her thick crimson blood. He examined it again as if he would see something new.

But the blood that dripped from his wound was not the dark red I expected. It was crimson. Deep, vivid, glowing crimson. And even as I watched, my own blood rose to the surface of my skin, answering the call of his, burning with the same impossible light.

Burning the white paint to ashes, destroying the concrete with the tongue of that raging orange, yellow and red, skin scalding fire. The sound of creaking woods and the honks of the firetruck, the pressure of water, the voices of the people around. The smell of air, toxicity of the feverish scent of burnt woods and stones filled his nose. Tasting the bitterness of life, and the boiling of blood doesn't give much of a help for him to calm down.

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

A place called hell. The cold clear water dripping strongly from the metaled faucet was turning in a color of a dark red rose down in the white sink while the little girl was washing her face and hands full of blood. “How many did you kill for today, Crimson Blade?” a boy asked, voice so down and cold transpired in the closed area as he appeared so suddenly on her side. Staring at broken pieces of mirror attached on the wall that reflects multiple images of the boy in the dark blue cloak, Crimson Blade replied in her usual cold tone while wiping her face with a soft white towel, “10, mainly a man. How’s your training?”

The fight and anger she had been feeling completely evaporated from her body, as the last image of her parents became permanently etched into her mind. She would forever carry the trauma of seeing their dead bodies with her. Just a few hours ago, they had been eating and laughing around their fireplace. Now, her parents’ bodies were strewn across the floor, their lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. A pool of dark liquid surrounded them, and Mara finally realized what it was that had stained the woods and floors. Blood. They passed by two other bodies that Mara didn’t recognize. But as the man carrying her walked into the cold night, all Mara could see through her tear-stained eyes were

Catherine replies. Catherine begins to chant loud, drawing more red inky smoke from the Orb which thickens over the clearing. The color on the faces on the two women beside her drains as she draws power from them to fuel the magic. “Blood magic? Stop her!” Lord Bail screams. The cold ones obey without reservation, throwing themselves into the thick depths of the red inky smoke as they try to reach for the witches. Their screams of pain ring out loud as the magic cause their bodies to rot fast and wither off.