Crimson Idol Novels & Stories

Chapter 3. Subtitle: beach condor Crimson stared at the two people in the shower in disgust as tears rolled down her eyes, her boyfriend TJ was entangled in the shower, he was gripping and hugging a familiar lady in the shower, her eyes further widened the moment the lady turned her head, it was Kristen Xi who was her fellow band member. "Crimson get yourself together don't look like a fool!" She snapped to herself as she whipped out her phone, the two people in the shower didn't notice her as they were busy playing around with their naked bodies.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

“You’re not going to hurt me. You’re not going to hurt Gran. You’re not going to hurt anyone. It’s just not in your nature.” Rising to the challenge, I flashed my teeth and crowded into her space just enough to force her to back up and actually get her to widen her eyes. “You sure about that, Mayhem? Maybe your spray-painting idol wouldn’t hurt anyone. But I’m not Black Crimson. I’m the son of a fucking murderer.”

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.

A perfect, silent, eternal cold. The Crimson Heir. Heir to nothing.

Trix refused to roll her eyes at the obvious displeasure his voice held. Rexus was Sapphire born and despised Crimsons. More importantly he was a cold blooded killer, who took pride in his kill. The Crimson Princess and a few Crimson Knights would surely boost his fame and the stench of fear that would go well with his name. He gently took the princess’s soft hand in his rugged palms and kissed it. Her personal guards tensed, their leather coated hands on the hilt of their swords. Trix watch the exchange with curiosity, in a strange way wishing that they would start a fight. Her wish came through when Rexus slipped a ring from the princess’s hand and the sound of metal scraping against metal

“So, I made myself a name! Christine, the Sorcerer of the West. It has a nice ring to it and it does sound youthful too!” Everyone thought that Christine was not scary at all. She was nice and very fun. Well, at least she broke the witch stereotype. “Now let’s discuss why you’re here.” Suddenly, the room became serious. The lively energy was gone as Christine’s face went serious. “Why are we here?” Azrael asked to lessen the tension “Azrael, you are here to stop Brody.” And in a single breathe, Christine showed them the visual of the Crimson Crest Pack.

No one could cool me down while burning me up quite the way he does. “So, you truly want to bring back an ice dragon to be your mate?” She asks curiously. If she noticed me looking away from her body, then she didn’t say a word about it. I’m sure not looking will be seen as an insult, but looking would have been far worse. I nod once and reply, “correct. I made a promise to be his, and for him to be mine. Thus, leaving him trapped in the crystal container and slowly being drained of blood is not a future I wish upon, even my worst enemies.”