Romans & histoires Crimson Breath Of Resentment

He lets out a series of curses through his gritted teeth in order to vent his anger and shame. He is usually used to injuries. Pain has always been a part of his life since he started his revenge. But this time even he himself has to admit that his enemies went too far this time. According to him, they might have used all their energy in that one single blow. *Sniff* *sniff*… he can smell that fishy smell all over himself now. It’s not something new to him, yet, he can never get used to that smell. This smell always reminds him of all those unhappy memories from his past.

I'm out of breath. I feel attracted in spite of myself... His eyes, so intense, have changed colour. They seem to have taken on the colour of blood. How can this be possible? Is it because I'm tired? The soft lighting of the room must be playing tricks on me. Not to mention my state of exhaustion! I can see no other explanation! Instinctively, I realise that this aura is coming from Lucian. How does he do that? I'm enthralled.

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

The crimson flames immediately weakened. The giant frowned. “What?” Aria stepped forward. “You survive because people hate.” She smiled gently. “We’re done giving you that.” The Crimson Wrath roared. “I am every betrayal!” “I am every promise!” “I am every cry for revenge!” “You cannot defeat me!” Aria nodded.

The sight of his blood, so freely given for her, ignited a cold, consuming rage within her. Kael’s breath hitched, a ragged sound, but he didn’t stop moving. His face was a mask of pain, but his eyes burned with a fierce, protective fire. With a guttural snarl, he twisted, wrenching the blade from the Crimson attacker’s hand with a sickening crunch of bone. Before the operative could recover, Kael slammed the man’s head against a nearby tree with brutal, bone-shattering finality. The body dropped, lifeless, a dark stain against the burning earth.

The silence that follows is so dense it seems to swallow the air, as if the world has held its breath. She lunges, her hand darts to my throat, her fingers tighten with the brutality of a vise, and in her gesture lies the will to extinguish me, to reduce me to a strangled breath, but I let my neck bend, just enough, I let her believe in my fall, in my weakness, and it is then, in this suspended moment, that I bite, that my teeth sink in, that her flesh gives way like a barrier too taut, and her scream bursts forth, hoarse, guttural, almost inhuman, as the blood spurts, warm and metallic, a bitter and burning taste flooding my mouth which I immediately spit out, staining my lips with a scarle

Lysentha’s scream splits the hall in two. It isn’t dignified. It isn’t controlled. It’s raw and animal, ripped from somewhere deep in her lungs as she collapses at Rhaegon’s feet. For a heartbeat, no one moves. Then chaos detonates. Her white coronation silk darkens where she claws at her shoulder. The stolen mark blazes beneath her skin, not silver like a true bond—but a sickly, pulsing crimson edged in black. The scent of burned flesh hits the air.

Crimson replied. "But crimson..." "If you think there is any emotion's of you left in my heart then you better know this and store it in your empty brain, you are just a dog to me, and I hate you like the way I hate a piece of shit of not even worse." Crimson Exclaimed. TBC