Crimson Red Blood Novels & Stories

The red light of the Sterling family crest, projected like a blood-soaked moon against the storm clouds, did little to warm the interior of the 88th-floor Command Center. If anything, the crimson hue bathing the room made the tension feel surgical, like an operating theater where the patient was already flatlining.

Noah Slowly, but surely, an image of Bryce starts to form. I can see him like a living nightmare, standing in a room that looks like it crawled out of the middle ages. He’s grinning at himself in the mirror, blonde hair tied back, cold blue eyes sparking in the gloom, blood dripping down his chin. The first thing I notice is his aura. Most Alphas burn blue-silver like the moon, but Bryce’s is crimson, with black, pulsating veins running through it. The power he thinks he wields is already corrupting him, rotting him from the inside.

The word slammed into me again, the same word Sydney had spat at me like an insult I wasn't meant to understand. "What is a Crimson wolf?" The question tore out of me, desperate, hungry for an answer I'd been denied my entire life. "Crimson wolves are omegas — easy to underestimate, easy to overlook at a glance. But their minds move faster and sharper than any other bloodline that's ever existed. That gift made them hunted." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They were the rarest bloodline the Makasi Moon Pack ever produced." So I wasn't sick. I wasn't cursed. I was the last surviving thread of something ancient and rare.

"This might actually kill me." "No," I said firmly, taking the vial from him. "But this won't." I bit my finger, letting three drops of blood fall into the vial. The liquid turned iridescent, swirling with colors that shouldn't exist. "My blood carries dormant Moonsinger properties. Not enough to transform you, but enough to... enhance. For maybe five minutes, you'll be faster, stronger. You'll partially shift, but it won't be sustainable. You'll collapse, seemingly from the strain of experimental transformation."

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

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Vampire eyes are typically red just like what you can see in movies but with us, we have different shades of red for us to be distinguished from the lowerbloods because they only have plain red eyes. For the Fall House, they got the shade of maroon reflecting a sword when you look closely. For House Ruin, they got the shade of red orange reflecting flames. For us, we got crimson red reflecting the crescent moon. Though, I’ve got different eyes, far different from ours and even the other houses. My right eye is crimson red reflecting the crescent moon while my left eye is ocean blue reflecting the clouds. I don’t have any idea what it looks like and can’t remember since when I had the eyes.

I got into the office ready to throw a tantrum if an apology was what they called to offer to me, the grey haired white doctor greeted me and stretched his hands towards the chair at his front, indicating I should have my sit. “ What’s wrong with her?” I asked immediately I took my sit, the doctor took up a chart and starred at it for a minute leaving me in an even greater suspense. He finally spoke up saying that Crimson was suffering from malnutrition and it affected blood pressure and contributed to her high body temperature. She was finally discharged after some few tests were conducted and I took her home after searching for my car keys for another hour. Crimson said nothing as we drove

“I’m sorry, Cole. It will get worse before it gets better but her will to live is the biggest factor.” He nods as I let his hand go and pick up her arm. I run my fingers lightly down her forearm looking for the best vein to use. She flinches with my touch but no longer has the energy to even pull away. “Are you still awake, Jessa?” “Barely.” She whispers. “I need to run a lot of blood tests before I give you the medication that will start the dumping process so I will be giving you a multivitamin with iron to help with anemia. Are you aware of any panels that were done at Crimson Dawn?”