Crimson Lace Novels & Stories

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

He closes the door behind him gently and then he walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. Behind him, in the bedroom Blake unhurriedly opens his eyes, his red eyes glimmering in the darkness of the room. ***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence.

Hilda smiles, “Ah, the art of romance doesn’t have a gender, Lady Thelma. In any case, I got you this.” She takes out a small transparent bag with some lace clothing articles in it. I retrieve the bag from her grasp and quickly open it. In it are a pair of matching red lace panties and a bra, made exquisitely in France. Well-well. This would surely cause the demon to speak in multiple tongues. In the box are also some candles, a bottle of whisky, and two glasses. “Wouldn’t it have been better to use champagne for this occasion?” I ask.

Blanche asked, she stood behind them and rested her elbows on one of the shelves near the aquarium. "Because it's nice! Don't you think so too Blanche?" Forest said and Crimson gave her a look. Blanche opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She ran her eyes on them, Crimson was wearing a red long sleeve sweater and Forest have a green mini skirt under her purple dress. Crimson had a more defined waist than Forest but the latter has such a voluptuous body. Their chest was eminent in their choice of dress. "Even Crimson already met hers!" Forest told her excitedly.

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.

She entered her dressing room and began to go through her luggage, tossing aside the modest silks and the heavy velvets until her fingers snagged on something delicate. She pulled out a piece of crimson lace, a lingerie set that looked like a splash of blood against the pale carpet. It was provocative, expensive, and entirely weaponized. She held the garment up, looking at the intricate patterns of the lace. A slow, dark smirk spread across her face, the grief for her brother hardening into a resolve. "I’ll make you beg on your knees tonight, Dominic," she whispered to the empty room. With a fluid motion, she let her robe fall to the floor, stepping into the r

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