Crimson Blood Red Novels & Stories

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.

It just exploded out, wild and pissed off. Except, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shift. Nah. Her fur wasn’t the usual brown, gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red—like, blood-red. The kind of red that makes you stare and forget how to breathe, burning crazy-bright under the moon. Yeah. The red wolf. The one from the stupid stories.

Too much involvement and the spirits will be angry and who knows what the results will be then, but not enough and I’ll doom Max even worse than he is already. The spirits take no time at all to start the process. It’s almost as though they’ve been hungry for centuries and this is the first meal they’ve had in all this time. Perhaps that is why they want such a peculiar thing such as the blood of someone like Max. I take in a deep breath and focus all of my magic and powers on Max as he grows drowsy from the loss of blood. Although it is almost unnoticeable to everyone else, I can see the faint droplets of his blood being drained from his body.

“You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.” “Moonblood?” She nods. “Yes. The first of their kind was born under a red moon. It altered their chemistry, from what I read. Their powers are similar to the moon goddess.” My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, chest tightening. “What happened to them?” “They were wiped out.” She flips the page. “These clan of wolves didn’t live among regular wolves because they were hated, envied for their strength. We heard that regular wolves tipped off human hunters, and every single one was killed.”

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."

“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

"Prepare for your new prison, slave." The back door opened, and the witches jumped off the car, making way for four bulky men who lifted the cage with me in it and then carried it out. The rising sun blinded me, and I had to cover my eyes from the light, but as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, my heart stopped. Blood. The ground was painted in a raw-red color that sometimes blended with strokes of dark ashes and black charcoal. Dead bodies of young and old wolves gutted, cut, and ripped to pieces covered every inch of the ground. The four men who carried my cage walked, stomping on the torn flesh of their enemies—the wolves of Crimson Mountain Pack.

“I am a mix of everything for you. All my emotions are like beads of a necklace arranged on a common string of love and wildness… so even my hatred will always have love to its core for you…” Both of us panted, catching our breaths as we peered at one another. He looked at me as if he couldn’t believe what I said. “Even when I am drenched in blood?” he tilted his head slightly. I nodded once. “Yes. Even when blood is all I can see on you, I think I’ll love you.” “This crimson color will stay with me forever. It’s not a color that can be washed off,” he said, gulping hard. I nodded.

A sea of blood and hatred stands between us, and he had the nerve to talk about being even? I stepped closer, making sure he could see the rage and vengeance burning in my eyes. "Sebastian, this is war between us. No holding back, no end until one of us is down for good." After that grand birthday bash, I could not stop bringing up Sebastian's shenanigans to my dad, my voice dripping with disappointment and disgust. "Dad, Sebastian's got no shame, no sense of right and wrong. A guy like that, even if he waltzes back into the Vitale clan, is nothing but trouble."

"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.