Novel & Cerita Crimson Red Blood

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"I mean like what happened at Haltz, you treated them, didn't you?" Diana nodded, “I'm just trying to stop their bleeding. But you could say I did study medicine even though I'm not that great.” Then Diana was silent for a moment, “I'm curious about one thing, why is their blood black? I think your blood is red?” “That's because they're vampires that were hybridized with other vampires. My blood is red because I am a descendant from the main family—a vampire who was born not because of a sexual relationship, but because we were created,” Rai explained.

Her eyes were crimson red and had black hair. It looks like my genes were dominant. That's why I said the Bliaviroth empire will have an era of female emperors. The royal blood of Crescent Pack's Alphas is crimson eyes. The eyes which itself speaks of dominance and power over other werewolves. Even though my mother has beautiful blue eyes, I still inherited my dad's. My brother Victor too, his birth mother is said to be average looking commoner but he was born with beautiful red eyes. From that day, whoever was born with crimson red eyes was considered the royal bloodline of the Bliaviroth empire.

Catherine replies. Catherine begins to chant loud, drawing more red inky smoke from the Orb which thickens over the clearing. The color on the faces on the two women beside her drains as she draws power from them to fuel the magic. “Blood magic? Stop her!” Lord Bail screams. The cold ones obey without reservation, throwing themselves into the thick depths of the red inky smoke as they try to reach for the witches. Their screams of pain ring out loud as the magic cause their bodies to rot fast and wither off.

My breath caught in my chest as I looked at the crystal. When Orion and I had been here before, it had just been a black crystal with the smoke I had seen when I had the premonition in Sarah’s home. Now it looked almost demonic. A deep red, the color of freshly spilled blood, was seeping from the inside of the crystal. “No, no, it didn’t.” I barely managed to get out. “It’s been tainted.” Pru slowly circled the crystal. “How is that possible?” I watched as the smoke inside the crystal swirled around so lazily it was like a slug or something.

He followed those annotations the way he would follow tracks. An hour in he found the first reference. It was in a volume on ancient bloodlines, in a section his father had marked with a strip of dark ribbon. The page was dense with old text, the language formal and archaic, but the meaning was clear enough. The Blood Crescent mark, known in the old tongue as the Crimson Sign, appears only on wolves of the Red Moon bloodline and cannot be replicated or transferred. It identifies the bearer as a carrier of the ancient Red Wolf strain, a lineage believed extinct following the destruction of the Red Moon pack in the battle of…

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

Chapter 33: Her Touch Was Louder Than the Screams The sky outside hadn't gone back to normal. If anything, the red seam looked angrier now — thicker, like a scar splitting wider, pulsing faintly as if it had a heartbeat. The light leaking from it wasn't just eerie anymore; it was unnatural. Wrong. Casting flickers of red through the blinds that made the walls look like they were bleeding.

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."