Novel & Cerita Crimson Reapers

"They cut the hardline." Kael sat beside me. He was vibrating with tension. He had ripped off his tie. His knuckles were white as he gripped the door handle. "How many men?" Kael asked. His voice was a low rumble that shook the seat. "Dorian has a team of four," I said. "But my father would not send thugs. He would send the Reapers." "Reapers?" "Private military contractors," I explained. "Genetically enhanced. Pain resistant. They are the ones who burned our house down five years ago."

Instead, the woman released a blood-curdling scream, and I was filled with excitement and adrenaline. It was my turn to smirk as she was thrown back through the ward. A large black puff of smoke rose like a mushroom top around her as she hit the dirt. Her screaming continued as her back arched, and she clawed at her chest, ripping herself open as if she were trying to get my light out of her. My eyelids lowered as I watched her, amused by her suffering as the smell of her corrupted, black blood filled the air. “Gods,” One of the reapers whispered as she went limp and a flickering blue light lifted from her, followed by several others.

Her smile was carved in cold precision, lips painted the color of blood remembered. “You always did underestimate me,” Valentina said softly. “You thought fire would cleanse. But fire only transforms.” Bianca’s dagger trembled once then steadied. “You’re a ghost wearing flesh.” “Perhaps. Or perhaps I’m the consequence of your unfinished sins.” Behind Valentina, shadows moved figures cloaked in crimson. Their masks were carved in the likeness of serpents devouring their own tails. The Crimson Pact is alive, reborn, and loyal to her.

Without further ado, she pushed Nathan to the side who was still pinning him and rip Cedericks top and instantly saw a card tattoo of a reaper the same thing as what Joker has, though, on his, he has only the letter ‘J’ written on it. “What are you doing Crimson Blade? Are you now planning to rape me?” he japed. But Zitrey face is in serious, “Why you have this tattoo? An exclusive mark for the next in line Royal Jack of the Cards of Reapers.” Cederick laughed at her with a hand covered his face. “Yup, I was exactly what your thinking. I was part of the Cards of Reapers Organization. And unfortunately, the game has not yet reached its end.” Later, with his hand gesture in the air, all doors

Natawa naman si Hellios at nagtuloy na kami sa paglilinis. end of flashback... Who am I? I am Kiyoshi. I am Crimson. I am a Manslayer. I am who I want me to be. I am a person with a random character. It depends on how I want to play my game. Yes, a game that only I understand. A game that is played by us, The Death Legion. We are founded by the Director. We play to satisfy. We play to entertain. We play our own game with no rules and there is only one winner. The Annihilators themselves.

***** 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. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

I stare at him like the poor vampire has lost his mind, but he seems to be in too good of a mood to acknowledge my staring. Kieran turns around and places his hand on my back to push me forward a little. We reach a bright red door, and he stops again. "Alright, each door is a different colour to make it easier for everyone to find their way around and find the shit they need. Yes, I could label the doors too, but I don't think a first-timer would like to walk past the door that has the word "DILDOS" written all over it." Kieran laughs at his joke, but I remain silent. If only I knew what he's trying to describe. "The red door is for clothes - playtime outfits, Arena clothes, or anything you

"I, Jason Crimson, Alpha of Crimson Moon pack, accept you Ariana Harrison, as my mate!"

"They walk so freely like nothing ever happened. They stomped on our life. How happy things could have gone. How happy our life could have been. But no, it had to all go wrong because of them. I will make them all pay, Mom. I will surely see to it that I get justice for your death. Then, I shall earn the right to apologize to you, Mom. I don't deserve your forgiveness, not until I bring the killers to justice and make them go through the hell that I went through." I said, wiping the little tears that crumbled down my eyes as my gaze landed on the business card in my hand. "Adrian De Santos... This can't be it, right, Mother? I know I want revenge, but I just can't. My life has been bound und

Alpha Jermain’s face tightened as he finally began his dark rituals. He positioned a small table, already laden with all the necessary items, directly before Lilias. Swiftly, he took a ceremonial blade and made a precise cut across the palm of Lilias’s hand. A gasp escaped the woman, more from shock than pain, as bright red blood welled up and slowly began to drip into an ancient goblet he held beneath. The Alpha watched intently as the crimson droplets fell, his eyes bulging triumphantly.