Crimson Red Blood Novels & Stories

Threats. The Blood King, one rumor had called him. The Red Serpent, another. The man who burnt cities just to watch the smoke. “No,” I said. Something like amusement flashed in his eyes. There and gone. “Good,” he murmured. “Fair enough. You’re nobody to me yet either.” He crouched down to my level in one fluid motion, elbows resting loosely on his knees, bringing his face close enough that I could see the faint ring of a lighter gold around his irises.

Marian paled and gasped in horror. Corien levelled his gaze at her, not pausing. “There is no other way – to get blood – that would work. That – would give them – what they believed – they could get.” “We are…distant relatives of the red wolves. So much so…that we don’t have the distinctive red fur or red hair.” “With such weak genes…blood from the veins would not work. His men had tried it…when Dax was not looking. Tried it…in many ways,” he breathed, struggling to keep going, to get everything out.

Her body trembles with fear and shame, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Doesn't feeling ashamed make your cheeks flush and your heart race? Are you masquerading as me to win over Blake once more? Did you have to take away his parents in such a brutal manner?" she asked, her fingers fumbling as she released the grip on her “Artemis” garment. I couldn't help but recall the image of her jittery figure as she hastily changed her attire. The substance is crimson red, indicating that it is blood. "I'm completely lost in understanding what you're saying—"

"Yea, father used to bring me here but... for other reasons. It's been so long, how do you expect me to remember? It's over twenty years. Oh wait, I remember, the crimson potion, right... it signifies an active blood, does it not?" With a knowing smile that did little to ease the tension between them, the healer replied softly, "Indeed, Your Majesty but that's not it's only purpose. The Crimson Potion serves many purposes. But when I tested Melina's blood using this very potion, it did not turn the expected hues of pink or blue. Instead, it transformed into a disconcerting shade of black. I am sure you know what that means, don't you?" Unable to understand what the healer was trying to infer

Mirage's P.O.V "If you see the blood-works closely, both Mirage and Alpha Krimson have the same proteins in their blood in higher quantities." Daisy pointed out to the projector screen, which had an image of several circular or oval shaped bug-like "cells" swimming in a pit of more such bug-like cells. "The two images are nearly identical. The only difference is the amount of adrenaline in definitely higher for both of them, but more so in case of Mirage."

Since they dared ‘touch’ his Prince, the man had every right to ask for compensation. “Well things didn’t go exactly as planned,” a hooded figure had his eyes glued to Lam’s figure as he slowly mumbled. His eyes were the only things that could be seen, but their color was so striking that anyone who saw them would be filled with unexplained terror. His eyes were blood red! Not blue, not green, not brown, not black and definitely not yellow. His eyes were entirely red in color. There was no clear distinction between the pupil, the iris or the sclera. They were all one, and they shared the same color.

he muttered under his breath. I ignored him and stepped into the war room behind Viktor. Inside the war room, the air pulsed with purpose—tense, sharp, calculated. Cold light spilled from overhead, casting a silvery glow across the steel surfaces and glowing screens. The heartbeat of criminal empires throbbed across digital maps, red blips blinking like warnings. They were already there, Viktor’s gang. Kira sat to the left, arms crossed, eyes scanning the screens with practiced indifference. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight braid, the scar slicing across her cheek giving her an edge of brutal beauty.

… Alexander turned into the chatter, picking up bits of intel, and shot a glance at his companion. "Hey man, what's this bloodstone you're talking about? Mind filling us in?" "Yeah, I'm all ears!" Phoenix and Red Rose played their part, flashing smiles at the men behind them. The sight of the ladies melted any resistance, and the informed among the men were tripping over themselves to share. "It's called a Red Bloodstone, deep red all over, with a bit of blood sealed inside." "And it's in great shape, the blood's not even dry."

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.

THE ALPHA BOOK Clara was a little surprised but she was still sure that Crystal couldn't be the princess because it was not possible! While Ramos opened the Alpha book and without even allowing Crystal to say anything, he kept her hand in the book, making everyone curious about the truth. They knew the Alpha book was the most powerful proof as only the alpha bloodline reveals the blood red colour in the book while all the other Wolves get yellow color. "Ramos_" "Shh." Seeing Crystal hesitating a bit, Ramos glared at her to stay still. Seeing his cold eyes, Crystal didn't dare to make any tiny noise or love her hand as everyone's eyes were stuck on that page and her hand.