Novel & Cerita Crimson Idol

Damon said stressing the ending of each letter. "Give up? Crimson had been everyone's favorite since from childhood, whenever I get an A and thought my parents will finally be proud of me, she will return home with an A+ just to show everyone that I am a loser, whatever I do, hers will over powered mine, she rode the best horse, had the best sword fighting skills, she was literally getting everything like a snapped if finger, she always get my parents attention but when it came to my turn, something will definitely not allow them to spend time to me, as if that was not enough, while growing up she became more and much more beautiful than me, all my crushes were after her, my boyfriend in hig

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.

KRISTINA'S POV The Crimson Snow Pack members gathered together in the lobby. We were all dressed identically, but I felt like I stood out the most. Our theme was supposed to make us wear all black, and yet, I was the only exception—I wore a red dress that was tight on my waistline, which exposed the curves of my body. Even my breasts almost popped out because of their size. This was what Laurence told me to wear a while ago in preparation for his coronation night.

I looked deeply into Crimson's eyes, pools of fiery determination, and found solace in his unwavering support. "But how, Crimson?" I questioned, my voice trembling with a mixture of regret and uncertainty. "How can I right the wrongs I have done? How can I heal the pain I have caused?" Crimson's presence strengthened, his ethereal form growing brighter within my mind. "The path to redemption lies in your actions," he explained, his voice infused with a pearl of wisdom. "Show Shea the depths of your remorse, and let your actions speak louder than any words can convey.”

Wrath muttered, “Holy shit he’s hardcore.” And Allistair was now grinning like it was his birthday. Lilith raised an eyebrow, taken aback. Lucifer gestured sharply. “Explain. Now.” Kaelen sighed. Then, with the resignation of someone confessing to forgetting to take the chicken out of the freezer, he said: “I’m… an assassin, name's Crimson.” Tyrel spoke hearing this familiar name. "Oh the famous serial killer they were talking about. And my favorite one. Wow didn't think I'd met you in person."

Crimson said as she detached herself from her brother, her voice almost in tears. Jorkallun wiped his tears off his eyes. "I am not crying anymore." "I can't believe this is you Crimson." Jason voice brought the red haired girl gazes at him. Unlike Jorkallun who got red eyeballs, Crimson eyes were that of a Lava. "Jason." She whispers and Jason left his position to meet her, he hugged her tightly, Crimson return the hug. He was there when Jorkallun had announced the birth of his sister, he watches as she grows up into a beautiful girl and a warrior. He took her like his sister and had cried for almost five years when he heard of her death.

The Tournament was littered with possible 'crimson ones'. Of course, he could be completely wrong in his assumption, and what Madam Josefa actually meant was that he should beware the 'crimson one' because meeting him or her in a race meant he would owe them his life, not the other way around. When he found out that Zafir was his next opponent, a bad feeling settled into his gut. Of all the people in the whole Tournament, he was the one Colin had considered most likely to be the 'crimson one'--red hair, red suit, red wyvern--and also the most unlikely to need his help during the race (the newbie was a natural-born racer). Still, he kept his guard up, ready to either dive into action in case

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.

He calmly rises from the floor and lets his form take over him fully before looking straight at the woman and speaks, “Thank you for telling me the answer yourself.” Ophelia stares in horror at the face of the human, stumbling back in shock. She looks into the red eyes, staring at her with murderous intention. She is even more horrified when she sees his whole face. Black cracks are spread all over his face, much like the face of a cracked China doll, his hair no longer blonde but black.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.