Crimson Chin Face Novels & Stories

I can tell by the smell that the room was thoroughly cleaned only a few hours ago so I decide to take my chances and sit completely down, crossing my legs as I attempt to make myself look less intimidating. “What do you know about me? About Alpha Dr. Black of the Crimson Dawn pack?” He shakes his head again. “You’ve never heard of me?” I try again. He shakes his head again. He’s relaxed enough to no longer huddle against the wall but he’s yet to come near me. “What about Alpha Redmen? I know he’s your alpha but do you know if he’s also a doctor?” I take my chances in scaring him in the hopes that the comparison might help relax him again. He shakes his head again.

It would give them a chance to interfere in pack matters. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, making my heart feel constricted under the pressure, the blank screen finally connected the call and the face of an unknown man appeared on the screen. Alpha Krimson had long black hair that touched his shoulders. It reminded me of Darcia in his late teens. But somehow, this man managed to make it look intimidating and professional at the same time. However, the most noticeable feature about the man who seemed to be built like a tank, were his bright red eyes. A definitive sign of a rogue wolf.

Then—the chamber I was standing in, but empty. “It shows me what the house sees,” he said. “Sometimes it shows me more.” “And now?” “Now it shows me you.” The reflection shifted until my face stared back at me, pale and startled. Behind me, he moved closer until his outline merged with mine in the glass. The candlelight caught his features—not monstrous, but too precise, as though he’d been drawn by someone who loved every line of him a little too much. “Why does it do that?” I whispered.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

"Don't be, you're the one who did this to me. You f*cking melt my skin, motherf*cker." His burnt skin was dried and wrinkled, he looked like a melted plastic, his face was disfigured. His has no more eyebrows, the skin of his face looked to silky but rocky at the same time. The color of flesh blended to his tan skin. But to his new face, his eyes and that snickered he hold never faded, that didn't change a bit.

He was unusually huge, broad and strongly built — I had to crane my neck back to finally have a look at his face. A scar ran down his chin, to his neckline before disappearing down the shirt. My azure eyes met his hardened Obsidian globes which were dark just like everyone had painted them to be. The stupid lungs gave up on me instantly. After the delay of an awkward moment, I forced myself to grin, displaying the chocolate-stained teeth to him as I had practiced before. His thick eyebrows bunched together. A vein throbbed in his broad forehead as he stepped closer. His unruly and a little unkempt hair bounced over his forehead as the sharp corners of his angular jaw tightened under the bear

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

She couldn't help holding Fang Qingling's hand and said, "Try to apply the delicate face cream on it. It should be able to reduce the redness and swelling." Hearing this, Fang Qingling's eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled and said to Zhou Tian, "Brother Zhou, fortunately, you reminded me, or I would have forgotten." "Haha, quickly take it out and give it a try." Zhou Tian said to Fang Qingling. Fang Qingling nodded, took out the cream, and evenly smeared it on her cheeks. The effect was so magical. In less than two minutes, Fang Qingling's face was swollen and no longer red, and it was even more watery and moving.

The smirk still on Maydor’s face, twists into a mocking smile “Maybe if she is lucky, Tomislav will claim her as his.” I see claws protrude from Crimson’s hands. His skin begins to heat to a deep shade of red. At first, I thought it was his anger making him flush, but as I look closer, I see his skin is actually changing – morphing. A thin sheen of crimson fur begins to coat his bare arms and his ears become pointy.

"Hey, Sardines." Tracing the cheery voice, I found myself staring at a woman who seemed like she was auditioning for a rock and roll movie from the early 2000’s; the red streaks in her light brown hair, matching the red shade of her lipstick, with her grey crop top adorned with a big, lettered writing of: funk it up bitches. But on taking a closer look at her face, I was met with strikingly siAmayar features with that of Dove.