Crimson Reapers Novels & Stories

The Reaper disappeared in a puff of smoke. Around him, Cutter saw Keepers of the Light flashing their power in streams of blue and white as masses of black charged in shapes and sizes he’d never encountered. The wind picked up as Keepers of the Wind created tornadoes and wind gusts to carry off screeching demons. Plants sprung up from otherwise dead and cracking ground, entangling Reapers as they closed in or tripping up the demons who sought to destroy 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.”

“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.

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.

I wanted to sleep and rest but decided to just come see why Pearl was so angry with me for. I didn't expect to get slapped in the face now how dare you slap me Amber freaking Wu!" Crimson screamed her lungs out with all of her might, right on Pearl Lin's shocked face. For almost a minute no one talked or cried, everyone was shocked. Where did Crimson get so much caurage from, how comes she's now slapping them back and screaming at them? "Are you serious right now Crimson? Just how wicked can you be?

"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."

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

she wonders, how did she know that, "My phantasm is called Blood Reaper? Sounds nice and intimidating." she replied. Instantly, the information about her phantasm and all its abilities were at her disposal. Information was flowing from her subconscious mind, too fast for her to process. 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