Crimson Blood Red Novels & Stories

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

Her heartbeat, quick and strong. Her blood, potent and forbidden, singing across the wind. It was more than hunger. It was destiny. I closed my eyes, my fangs pricking as I imagined her taste. Warmth flooding my mouth, power coursing through my veins like wildfire. A tribrid’s blood could make me unstoppable. But there was more. Beneath the hunger, something sharp and unfamiliar twisted in me. Jealousy. The image of her wrapped in Damien’s arms, his mark burning

The Crimson King II : Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​The entities that poured through the shattered doorway were not the starved, desperate Ferals we had fought in the mud, nor were they the sleek, arrogant lords of the Crimson Court. ​They were the Bloodguard. ​Towering, desiccated husks of ancient vampires wrapped in armor forged of human bone and rusted, red steel. They wielded massive, jagged halberds that hummed with a sick, necrotic green light. They didn't run.

I would rain vengeance so brutal, the devil himself would bow his head. Anletsiktor better be ready. Because if he lets them take Luca? I would make him bleed first. ****** The Iron Citadel loomed in the distance like a wounded beast, its shadows no longer familiar, no longer safe. The moment the gates came into view, my blood began to boil. "Open the fucking gate!" I screamed before the vehicle had even rolled to a full stop.

The ground began to shake, the sky was covered with dark crimson shades, spreading rapidly. The top cracked, displaying abysmal darkness. It was a large crack in the sky showing the sky will crack to take the sinners to their worst nightmares. Thick, maroon coloured blood began to drip from it, it was rotten by one’s own sins, dripping continuously. Frightening everyone by the thick consistency of it.

In which there is a split of the Crimson order of One-One, with the ancient order of Scarlet Desires from the legion of its various warrior vampires. Being that they are divided between their defenders of their entire race, even though none of them desires to annihilate their enemies with as much eagerness as Desires, the various champions of the Crimson Order of One-One, being from Paying Merah, the assassins, their spies, which will go from the lords of the red clouds, to the guardians, who are the red umbrellas. Desires, this is one of the guardians, he is next to his sister, immortal, Luxury, his sister, was everything he was, the woman had beautiful and full breasts, both had their red

“Blood” Damien froze, staring at the crimson stain on the wood…

“And this one’s older than the trees.” My heart was pounding. It felt like I was falling down a tunnel with no bottom. “So what? I’m supposed to believe I’m cursed now? That some psychotic wolf guy wants to kill me because of my last name?” Kael didn’t flinch. “Because of your blood. You’re Crimson-born. And that means something in this world.” I shook my head. “No. No, this isn’t real. None of this is. That thing I saw in my dream—”

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.