Crimson Idol の小説・ストーリー

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.

“Sophia has one.I was always curious as to what it was.” Ivette's lips formed a subtle almost covert smile. “Miss Ivy its the Crimson Mark. It represents being a member of the Crimson Order.” I repeated feeling as though I had wandered into a spy novel “The Crimson mark?What is that? A secret society tattoo of some sort?” “In a sense” she admitted. “It is a network. A group. Protection is its main objective. Anyone who carries this mark and is aware of its significance is under the protection of the Order…shielded everywhere... from particular threats, influences and. . . individuals.”

It was no denying that Blanche still cared for Hent like a little sister, but everything's change now and she hoped that whatever she'd do, Hent can understand. After all, she was created to have the ability of a human. As she stared at the twin in separate beds, one has red motif in hers and a glittery guitar that has a burning fake fire on it while the other was designed with green landscapes and butterflies and flowers. Just like how different their personality was, the twin worked and sync in harmony, Crimson loves Forest as much as she did and with just one look, they can succeed. Crimson would automatically do the right thing and be straightened to protect her sister.

Iditan broke the spell, revealing us under the tree. “Ah, there you are,” Nub said with a smile, pointing. She looked first at Iditan and appraised me for a moment, before heading towards us with quick measured steps. “You are still in the game of trying to scare the cursed ones to death with your looks I guess?” Nub purposefully took few long seconds looking Iditan over, from her shaved head, to her eyebrows, eyelids, and lips which were all painted a deep shade of black, and her black attire—a tight shirt and leggings this time. “And you are still in the game of trying to make them fall in love with you so much it chokes them to death,” Iditan fired back, staring coldly at Nub as she retur

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”

Alpha Jermain’s face tightened as he finally began his dark rituals. He positioned a small table, already laden with all the necessary items, directly before Lilias. Swiftly, he took a ceremonial blade and made a precise cut across the palm of Lilias’s hand. A gasp escaped the woman, more from shock than pain, as bright red blood welled up and slowly began to drip into an ancient goblet he held beneath. The Alpha watched intently as the crimson droplets fell, his eyes bulging triumphantly.

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

"If your father finds out his 'porcelain doll' is plotting a coup with a fed, he won’t just erase my existence. He’ll make sure yours is a slow, agonizing descent." Isabella didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned against the stone railing, the moonlight catching the crimson of her dress, making her look like a fresh wound against the night. "My life has been a slow descent since the day he put that rose in your father’s mouth, Dante. I’ve been dead for years. I’m just looking for a way to take the devil down with me."