Crimson Breath Of Resentment Novels & Stories

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

Breathing unevenly. [XAVIER] (muttering) "The Crown shall bite back... unless the Flame consents. But what if I'm not the Flame? What if I'm just the match?" His fingertips graze the edge of the Crown. It flares black and gold. And from deep within it... a whisper. THE CROWN (whispering) "The blood is awakening. But which will rise? The Flame... or the rot?" A sudden tremor rocks the vault. Xavier stumbles back. Behind him—

I grabbed onto that thread of Kaelen’s suffering and pulled it into the dream. The purple mist reacted violently to his scent—the smell of ozone and steel. The "mother" figure shrieked, her skin blistering as the reality of the Obsidian Alpha’s rage tore through the illusion. I pushed outward with every bit of strength I had left. The light that erupted from me wasn't emerald or white. It was a jagged, angry crimson—the color of the bond’s blood. The explosion of energy cleared the mist in a hundred-yard radius. The illusions shattered like glass.

As Dexter emitted dark energy, the radiance around Alex enveloped him. The light on Alex became stronger and more dazzling, completely wrapping Dexter within. As the radiance surrounding Dexter intensified, the resentment in his heart slowly melted away, but he still harbored a lingering resentment. "No, I don't want you to interfere! Don't!" Dexter was frantic. An indelible resentment emanated from his heart, making it hard for him to let go. Simultaneously, Dexter’s black aura surged even more. These dark energies converged in the air, carrying a powerful sense of resentment as if trying to swallow Alex.

Xiao Chen let loose a feral howl, his eyes bulging to the point of bursting and his hair lashing over his face. "RED SLEEVE! AND YOU LOT OF THE CORPSE REFINERY SECT!" His thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield, bouncing off whatever structures still standing that no one could miss the anger, frustration, and hatred in his voice. The Malicious Grudge in him swelled and his left eye turned red again. On his flank, the army of invaders was all but beaten; their morale was so low that they could no longer mount another assault. Suddenly, before they knew it, the air turned blood-red around them; a scarlet mist had shrouded the battlefield.

"I can smell the copper in the air. Your scent is changing. It’s becoming sharper, more predatory. The hunger isn't just a whisper anymore, is it? It’s a roar." "I told you, I’m fine, Nomo! Just stay back," she snapped, her eyes flashing a violent shade of amethyst. As she spoke, the Cursed Blood Mark on her chest flared with a sickening, rhythmic heat, pulsing so brightly that its crimson light began to bleed through the fabric of her dark tunic. The craving hit her then—a wave of agonizing thirst that made her fangs ache in her gums and her vision swim with red static.

“I don’t care who her man is. She dared to kill my brothers. She’ll pay with her life today...” He suddenly raised his palm, which contained a majestic Crepe Myrtle Energy. In that instant, the entire realm trembled. Accompanied by howling winds, the void cracked. “Whoever dares to kill my wife and child, I’ll wipe out their eighteen generations of ancestors!” With a roar, a tri-colored force of gray, black, and white came crashing down from the void.

she sneered. Her twisted words seemed to hang in the thick, musty air, lingering like a shadow that wouldn’t dissipate. They echoed softly, bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit room, filling the space with a dark, venomous promise. It was as if her voice itself carried the weight of her hatred, every syllable sharpened by her resentment. Loleng felt the power of her own spite surge within her, fueling her resolve. For years, she had harbored this bitter fire, allowing it to fester and grow, until vengeance became as much a part of her as her very blood. Now, her hatred had found a purpose, and she wouldn’t rest until it reached every corner of Carmela’s life.