Novel & Cerita Crimson Karma

They looked perfect together. I felt a bitter ache in my heart, but at the same time, I was glad for him. At least my death wouldn't leave him in pain. At least one of us got to be happy. Then, I heard a familiar, mocking voice. "Well, well, if it isn't Annabelle. Didn't you use to value money more than life itself? How did you end up like this? Guess this is what they call karma."

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

And now, here I was, walking down an aisle lined with chrome and roses, heading straight into the lion’s den with a knife strapped to my thigh and revenge curled tightly inside my gut like a fist. The rev of bikes outside rumbled like a heartbeat. The compound stank of oil, leather, cigar smoke, and secrets. Tulle and flowers drooped over Harley frames like some sick joke. The scent of gasoline clung to everything. I couldn’t breathe without tasting rage. “Remember what they did to her,” my father, Vincent “Venom” Kane, president of the Crimson Fangs, growled beside me. His grip on my arm was tight, grounding. “Remember why you are here.”

Exactly long enough to make her point and short enough to act like she hadn't. "A Crimson wolf," she said. Not really to me. More like she was thinking out loud. "Born to an Omega line. Do you understand how statistically unlikely that is, Tanya?" "I'm a late bloomer," I said. "The Goddess works in mysterious ways." She gave me a look that said she didn't buy the mysterious part. "The Goddess works in genetics. Crimson fur isn't a color. It's a marker. Ancient enforcer blood. The First Pack's war wolves had it. It hasn't shown up in an Omega line in recorded history. Which tells me your bloodline is more complicated than you're letting on."

That’s why she did that, a frown creeped on my face as I remembered how mangled and destroyed the faces of the witches Koin had killed in Kenya was. “She came back to get her revenge again, but the other witches stood behind their own, protecting that black witch and Koin was defeated to the point of near death that she had to run. Ever since then she has had a vendetta against the witches, bidding her time to take you all down at one go,” Shile concluded. “Wow!” Lara hissed, shaking her head. “It is a case of Karma, a call for retribution.” Amber smiled wickedly, chuckling in apparent amusement.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

The fire is burning the building all-round the place. Then he notices one of the victims turn into a wolf and launches himself at a vampire and then more and more people turning into wolves and charging at the Vampires; it is a Werewolf pack. Seeing the scene in front of him, his heartbeat quickens. He frantically searches for something amidst the chaos. Due to anxiety, his heartbeat quickens more and more. As he prepares himself to join in the chaos, his eyes catch a familiar black wolf, with blue eyes that are now looking at him, eyes filled with both pain and love.

The grounds were lit by lanterns that floated without visible support, casting everything in soft, shifting light. "Tell me," Kaine said as we walked, "what do you know about Crimson Moon Academy?" "Only what everyone knows. It's a place where humans and werewolves learn together. Where alliances are formed." "Lies," he said simply. "Pretty lies wrapped in prettier propaganda, but lies nonetheless." I said nothing, waiting. "Would you like to know the truth?" "Would you tell me if I said yes?" He laughed—a sound that was surprisingly warm. "Clever. I can see why they're interested in you."