Crimson Breath Of Resentment Novels & Stories

Crowned with jagged edges. His grip tightened. The corpse’s neck began to crack. Queen Amara’s voice rang through the chamber. “Cassian, stop.” He did not. The Heart in his chest beat louder. Boom. Boom. BOOM. The Crown’s whisper turned eager. Yes. There. Break him. Power flared around Cassian. Not just silver now. Black threaded through it, curling over his shoulders and down his spine. His eyes glowed brighter, but the light was no longer clean. It looked fractured. Starved.

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

It would be embarrassing for her if she trips and everyone notices. Rojean nodded her head, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried her best not to look scared even if she was petrified on the inside. ‘This is the underground industry I’ve heard of.’ she thought to herself whilst she fixed the mask on her face. ‘Black market? Drugs? Sei’s involved with the people here?’ “You’re doing good.” said Krister who was trying to make her less nervous. “Back straight.” ‘Is it really fine that I don't talk?’ Rojean asked herself with a frown on her face as she straightened her back. She was never this posh looking in her entire life and you really couldn’t blame her for attempting and wanting t

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

Sincerity in voice tells me it all true. I smile at him. "I like you too Christian, so much." He leans in to kiss me but realization hits me and I gasp. "What's wrong!?" He asks with a very worried voice. "Morning breath," I mumble placing a hand on my mouth. "Isn't it too late now to remember that?" "Better late than never." I shrug making my run to the bathroom and giving Christian a flying kiss. Then hearing him mumble something like 'she is gonna be the death of me.'

“Anger blinds the heart. Hatred consumes the soul.” “Spare me your sermons!” Leroy roared, his voice raw. His eyes burned with madness now. “Your monastery killed my family, you self-righteous frauds! You preach compassion, but all I see is blood!” He slammed his dagger against his palm, coating it in his own blood. A sickly crimson aura flared around him as he chanted dark syllables, his voice breaking with fury. “Cursed Fang Art — Crimson Shroud!” His body blurred. For a heartbeat, he was gone. Then he appeared behind Jin, his blood-soaked blade descending toward the monk’s spine.

I wondered what the fuck her mind would be doing right now if she knew what I was doing. My brain halted in its tracks as I took in the well-dress black suit presence of Critsy walking in with two guards by his side in matching suits. His long red hair that went just passed his ears had to be taking all of the other guests by surprise but still there he stood. We made eye contact and I waited for him to look away in anger as he’d been for so long knowing I’d killed his companions but instead today he gave me a nod and smile then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it himself. My entire body exploded into goosebumps and I knew, the Crimson Priestess had struck again. This was why he was h

The soft lighting in the room highlights the tears that have begun to well in her eyes and my face is softening at what I have caused. Well, until I hear… “Monster.” She says, in a soft whisper but I am a wolf of dragon bloodline. Therefore, I can pick up breaths, I can pick up heartbeats and, in this case, I picked her words with my sharp senses. The insult strikes at the core of my being, igniting a fire within that is both ancestral and intensely personal. At an instance, my eyes blazes with supernatural fury—my irises are deep red, glowing embers of fire as it reminds me of my past as a wolf born of a dragon bloodline.

The little wolf looked at his teeth, unable to help to tremble. Listening to the words of this Resentful Spirit just now, he was born from the resentment in Levi’s body, gradually developing over thousands of years wandering in Levi’s void. Looking at the current appearance of the Resentful Spirit, he knew that when Levi’s consciousness wandered, he couldn’t help but feel resentment for his defeat under the hand of the Alpha Meave.

His raven-black hair was a sharp contrast against his piercing cobalt eyes, which shimmered with an enigmatic allure. Amelia's gaze, filled with a mixture of resentment and longing, fixated on Adrian's imposing form. She despised him, for it was he who had replaced her father as the pack's leader—a role that her father should still be alive to fulfill. The embers of bitterness burned within her, fueled by the belief that Adrian had manipulated his way to the top, usurping her family's legacy.