Crimson Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

I stood at the top of the small slope that led down to the clearing, watching in shock and fear as beasts fought beasts and ripped away each other's throats, vampires slashed and killed opposing wolves and as vampires were instantly torn to multiple pieces by the ferocious bite of a wolf. I spotted a great grey wolf. About half the size bigger than Nicha and he gang. The wolf was saddled with the red and silver and it had a red fiery blaze in its eyes. A long scar ran down the grey wolfs left eye and Alzaraq fought powerfully against an equally large, dark brown wolf with the same fiery blaze in its eyes—Hardaj. I spotted Tia, sh has her back to Jereum and Jhan was stabbing at a wolf's eye b

"I am guessing I don't need to introduce myself." Raphael De Amato, the Alpha of the Crimsonclaw pack. An Alpha of one of the Triad Packs and the most powerful Lycan. There was no mistaking him with any other. Like the stories said, his eyes were neither blue nor green but a distinctive crimson. He was the red-eyed lycan that appeared only once in a generation. An Alpha born with red eyes was said to have powers that no other Lycan would have access to. Yet, he was known more notoriously for his cruelty. He had bodies strewn on stakes outside his castle. And now the same man was before me.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

Rayla led with her mind felt conclusion. "That's rich, and he would rather sulk for years now." Travis added. "I guess you're right on that front, but what could he have used the Talisman for that would halt his art, give him enough reason to sulk for so many years without trying to speak to his family..." Rayla summarized the one lingering doubt that could be brought forth from everything revealed to her knowing this far. "Don't forget his eyes, they have a pitch of Crimson red wine colour, almost like blood." Travis inputted into the map of her obscurity.

Contracted to the wrong Alpha Chapter 73 Lilia's Pov His eyes blazed crimson as he said that and I pretended not to see it. He had perfect gold eyes that reflect his royal status but his crimson eyes reflected something more dangerous, deadly. It made me remember the night he killed Ryker, the Alpha of Green Howling pack. He didn't look real but I wasn't scared a bit. Infact, if anything….I was curious and wished to know why it glinted that way.

Jet every time I blink, I see her, the woman with the crimson eyes. She stood at the edge of the campus, right where the light from the buildings began to fade and the shadows of the forest swallowed the ground. Black hair that moved like smoke in the breeze. Eyes so red they didn’t look real. Yet I know what I saw. The eerie stillness in her body. The way she didn’t move, didn’t flinch, just watched, as if she was waiting for something. Or someone.

Crimson took a deep breath, wiped her palms on her skirt and entered the clearing. As soon as she stepped out of the Labyrinth, and into the moonlight, the forest went completely quiet; not an owl, not a cricket. She shivered with the power of the place. Crimson made a conscious effort to breath as she peered into the trees hoping to get a bit of a warning as to the Dragon's approach. She heard a rustling of leaves off to the right. She whipped around to see... nothing there. She thought she saw a shadow pass between two trees, but perhaps it was only the wind moving the branches. Her fear was mounting. She thought of running, but realized that there really was no life to go back to. There!

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu