Novel & Cerita Crimson Red Blood

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV

Heart beats fast. Igor leans on the wall. His coat is old. Buttons missing. He smokes. The smoke curls up like a ghost. Papa sits on the chair. Head in hands. His hair is gray now. More gray than last month. Igor sees me first. His eyes narrow. “Why red?” he asks Papa, not me. His voice is rough. Like gravel. “Red is for whores. White is better. She will look pure. Like she is.” Papa looks up. His eyes are red. Not from crying. From drinking. He rubs his chin. Slow.

I stared at it as the liquid caught the dim light, looking alive and wrong. My blood had always been red, since only those of the pure Eucharist line carried this gilded hue in their veins as the mark of the high alphas. I had not bled this way since the ceremony that bound me to Sienna years ago, meaning the suppressants were completely gone and the power was back.

“I did. When I first saw Crimson, it came to me. I saw a man with dark skin, like the bark on the trees. He was smiling down, a needle in his hand. He looked like Kolby Crimson but darker and it left me with a feeling of evil. “The man in my vision was powerful… a witch. In that same vision flashes of a ruby-red stone appeared to me. The dark man held it like he was happy to possess it, plucking it from a gold crown.” I shoved my chair back, the feet scraping along the floor as I did so. “And you think the stone you saw in the vision is one of the magic ones?” Morgan nods her head at me, standing from Hunji’s lap, “I do and after Rhett told us the crown was stolen, I’m thinking they are one

Maybe that was why Marc even had this ceremony done today. "Now the ceremony shall be finalized," the old man said as I watched him bring out what seemed like a red ointment. A finger dipped inside as he marked my forehead with the ointment. A slight drop dripped on my nose. A sniff left a stun. It wasn’t just a colored ointment; from the smell, this was blood. That was something I was sure of. "Stop!" A yell echoed through the room. As I turned to see who it was, Dominic was standing there, beside him was Nate.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.

Aleena’s POV . Because of the date now, I had to unpack two of my bags and take out all the red dresses which I had with me. If I wasn’t wrong, then right then, thirty or more dress in front of me in various shades of red like Madder, Crimson, Cardinal red, Poppy red, Carmine, Spanish red, Rusty red, Chocolate cosmos, Rosewood, Imperial red, Cordovan, Fire engine red, Rose vale, Old rose, Bittersweet Shimmer, Light red, Light Coral, Garnet, Rose ebony, Chili red, Vermilion, Misty rose, Turkey red, Salmon, Cantaloupe Melon, Barn red, Blood red, Tea rose, Cinnabar, Dark red, Fire brick, Indian red, Lust, Maroon, Redwood, Scarlet, Tomato, Bittersweet, Jasper, Rosy brown, Rose taupe, Fluorescent

I slid a single, crumpled business card across the battered wooden table, My fingers trembling just enough to make the red ink smear slightly. My heart thudded unexpectedly—curiosity, mixed with a strange flicker of unease. I reached out and carefully lifted the card, eyes narrowing at the bold, blood-red letters that seemed to pulse with life: Bloodmatch. Beneath the name, a smear of fresh-looking blood still glistened, as if it had just been spilled moments ago, and Shelby’s fingertips had left their mark. “What is this? I asked, voice barely above a whisper, my eyes darting from the card to Shelby’s tense face. His voice cracked, softer than I’d ever heard it, as if he was offering an ol

It just exploded out, wild and pissed off. Except, this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill shift. Nah. Her fur wasn’t the usual brown, gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red—like, blood-red. The kind of red that makes you stare and forget how to breathe, burning crazy-bright under the moon. Yeah. The red wolf. The one from the stupid stories.