Crimson Red Blood Novels & Stories

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

The light pulsated, synchronous with her heartbeat, and it seemed almost as if the crystal tried, to eat in their skin. “Let him go,” said Raven cold, raising his blade while he was out of the shadow entered. The woman turned her head. Your eyes that once had a normal color had to, had now passed through the same creepy carmesin red. You smiled, and it was a smile that allowed Raven to freeze the blood in the veins. It was not insane – it was completely, terrifyingly clear.

Chapter 123: The Crimson Verdict The crimson fluid did not behave like water; it pulsed. Inside the quiet, stone-walled office of the captured harbor master, Natalia held the glass cylinder up against the pale morning light filtering through the window. The arterial-red liquid inside did not slosh against the glass. It moved with a slow, heavy rhythm, expanding and contracting slightly against the cork seal, as if a tiny, metallic heart were beating deep within the core of the chemical compound.

However, Sebastian stayed put, his head bowed even lower in a gesture of deep respect, yet there was a determined edge to it: "It's because I value your generosity so much that I've got the guts to ask for an even greater honor here today." He paused, inhaled deeply, and pulled out a small parchment scroll from his jacket, lifting it high above his head. "I, Sebastian Vitale, in the name of my mother's bloodline and the rest of my days, humbly ask you to grant me the privilege of marrying the Caruso family's... "Miss Anna." That was the moment everything clicked for me. Sebastian was from the future, just like me.

The air inside the sub-basement server core was exactly sixteen degrees Celsius, tasting of sterile copper and ionized dust. The room was a tomb of glass and brushed steel, filled with the relentless, aggressive hum of two hundred rack-mounted blades processing the global vascular system of the Valeriano empire. Rows of blinking green and amber LED indicators cast a chaotic, hyper-digital grid of light across Dante Rossi’s stone face.

His obsession was like the darkest of storms and was pulling her in deeper with every glance, every touch. Azrael reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek, "You’re like crimson, beautiful and dangerous. A color that runs deep, impossible to forget. Just like you, Crimson. You’re in my blood now. You are my blood, my passion and my fire" His words made her feel cold and hot all at once. She could feel his possessiveness that was wrapping around her like a noose. He wasn’t just claiming her; he was consuming her. "You can try to run, but you will never get away from me. You’re mine, Crimson. Forever", He continued and his voice was soft but deadly, causing her chest to tighten, her

"I'm fine -- just a bit cold." He nodded and started the car, and I felt bereft after his hands left mine. It took a few minutes for me to realize he wasn't driving in the direction of the dorm, but I stead to a bank -- a discreet blood bank. I had heard of a few of them from Helen, marked by their upsidedown red cross sign. He got out of the car and went in, and I tried not to worry about his safety, but I did. He was a vampire slayer, after all, entering into the den of his enemies.

This time, something new had been scrawled at the bottom in black ink: My offer still stands. You know the cost of pride. Her hands trembled. But her jaw set. “Bastard,” she whispered. — Kieran sat in his penthouse, watching the city bleed gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He swirled a glass of red wine slowly, eyes fixed on the tablet in his hand. A live feed. Neera, sitting on the edge of her table, reading the contract. He admired her restraint. Most people would’ve signed the moment their brother was in cuffs. But not her. She was fire in a silk sheath.

Collin chuckled as he stare at Klyde McMarrow being skewed at his left pec. "You-- you think-- that thick f*cking piece of-- of metal would st-- stop me?" Klyde choked, blood dripping down from his breath but still he's smiling at him. "Nothing can-- can stop me." The sirens outside began filling their ears. The blue and red lights can be seen from the crevices of the burning house.

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.