Crimson Blood Red Novels & Stories

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

I picked up my sidearm. He shook his head and sighed, eyeing Drak then looked at us. “It’s fine, Drak. I’m just picking up my knife. I want to show you the color of my blood. If someone is created by black magic or infected by demons. The blood color is almost black. Okay? Let me show you.” “Slowly,” Ryden said. “While we’re here wasting time, Ren doesn’t have much to stay alive.” He showed us his knife and ran the blade against the skin on his arm.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a second envelope. Red this time. She stared at it. “Take the job. One year. Your brother walks.” Her breath caught. He placed the envelope on the desk between them. “You know where to find me.” And then he left. No guards. No chaos. Just calm. Too calm. Neera stared at the red envelope, hands shaking. One year. Her brother’s freedom. A devil’s bargain. Her reflection in the glass window behind her looked like a stranger. No one’s for sale.

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

Chapter 33: Her Touch Was Louder Than the Screams The sky outside hadn't gone back to normal. If anything, the red seam looked angrier now — thicker, like a scar splitting wider, pulsing faintly as if it had a heartbeat. The light leaking from it wasn't just eerie anymore; it was unnatural. Wrong. Casting flickers of red through the blinds that made the walls look like they were bleeding.

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

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

Talon is his name. Shit, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Griffin Masters, the alpha’s son. Delinquent and bad boy. I’m the guy your mother warns you to stay way from and she has every right too. I’ve been to juvie six times, and let’s say my favorite hobby isn’t exactly legal. But anyways, back to my demon side. Somehow during the month of my birth, I ended up with a demon blood. My mother told me how it happened, and made me swear to never tell anyone. Especially my father. The blood was of a very dangerous demon, and it blended with my wolf genes. Making me a hybrid. My father hates that side of me. He can’t say I’m not his kid because I am. DNA and all.

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.