Crimson Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

"They’re coordinated. The Russians have provided satellite overwatch. They know exactly where we are." We burst into the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and blood. I saw the first of the Reapers—men who had been twisted by a raw, unstable version of the Rose. Their skin was grey, their eyes weeping a dark, viscous fluid. They didn't feel pain. They didn't feel fear. They only knew the hunger for the Catalyst.

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

Aldric frowned slightly, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension creeping along his spine. You’re imagining things. He’d felt restless all morning — a strange anticipation humming beneath his skin ever since they crossed into Crimson Hollow territory. He’d chalked it up to being back near the place where everything had changed six years ago. Where Regina had been taken. Where Rebecca had been lost. His chest tightened at the memory, a familiar ache settling beneath his ribs. Rebecca had been found months later — alive but forever changed — and though time had softened the sharpest edges of that nightmare, the scars remained for all of them.

“Pity is not justice. Mercy breeds rot, and rot breeds ruin.” I descended the steps slowly, letting each footfall echo. “When we swore the oath, it was to keep balance. One light for one shadow. Ares has forgotten. The goddess toys with him, and through him she toys with all of us.” Faces hardened; someone muttered agreement. I stopped before the broken table and drew my dagger, the metal still faintly red from the backlash. “This is not rebellion,” I said. “It is correction.” The dagger’s edge caught the firelight. “We are the Crimson Moon. We will cleanse what the false light has stained.”

Zafira's red teary eyes again brimmed with tears, "This is my end. End of my life. End of my freedom. End of my love. End of Azrael's CRIMSON" ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

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.

“Then you can only die!” Tilda moves fast, her aura of darkness rolling as she strikes towards Anna with the intent to kill. Two other women also strike at Anna with death spells at the same instant, catching everyone by surprise. Their attacks are just about to land on Anna when a green shield protects her and binds her attackers, freezing them to the spot. “What’s this about?” Brea’s asks in anger. “How dare you-” her voice catches in her throat. “You damned traitors! Everyone protect yourselves, the cold ones are here!” Brea’s scream fills the clearing.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.