Crimson Red Blood Novels & Stories

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

For a moment, being careful, Brawen reached out and lifted the blindfold, revealing red irises. The iris was a deep crimson, a blood red darker than the eye's color curled around the black pupil, taking up the entire area of the eye was a purple ring drawn with intricate symbols. Although the two people have two different colors, they are both beautiful and clear. This vampire's eye was from that year because her eye was removed, so Owen replaced her with Juventus' eye, and during the experiment caused it to appear a red line around the pupil. With that eye, Brawen can not only see the darkness as clear as day, but also can see no less than 10km away.

* * Crimson walked out of the bedroom with a hungry yawn, she barely ate any food the previous day and now she as feeling very hungry and weak, she needed to eat something real bad. Her hair looked like that of a furious mouse as it was scattered all over her face, it was just at shoulder length and was red in colour, honey red which was a rare hair colour, her brother had the same hair and eye brow colour which they both inherited from their late mother. *Next day* She gently walked down the stairs while rubbing her eyes as she felt sour and hungry like a wolf that was about to go crazy. As soon as her legs hit the last stairs she suddenly caught the glorious scent of numerous aromas flying

The point was… The street artist known as Black Crimson seemed to speak straight to my soul with every showpiece he delivered. He only worked in the spray paint medium and kept it strictly to three colors: black, white, and red. The image-half of his two-part murals always showcased some modern-day fairy-tale retelling, and the text-half had a famous quote that was somehow tied into the picture. The quotes he chose could be silly or deep, but they were always meaningful and enlightening, and I somehow felt as if he’d written them directly for me. Every time.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.

For the past centuries, Soles from either sides hadn't found the Vermilion yet. This Vermilion was the one power that could stop the other. This was the reason as to why the world had still been experiencing two opposing forces; light and dark, good and evil. Because no one had succeeded in finding the power source Vermilion yet. This was the reason why the Vermilion was so important to be found and be kept, especially by the Ibawnons, so as to maintain the balance of the world. For if the Malignobons would have it, nothing but darkness and chaos would surely be spread to the whole world.

Investigations: The patient’s initial work-up included a full blood count, type and cross-match for transfusion, and X-ray imaging of her head and lateral cervical spine. The X-rays were both performed at the primary medical facility. Head X-ray was of poor quality but did not reveal any obvious injuries. Cervical spine X-ray imaging was lost on transfer, and repeating the cervical spine X-ray at the tertiary hospital would have delayed operative treatment. Cross-sectional imaging was not performed, as CT scanning is not available at the tertiary hospital. Her full blood count was notable for a hemoglobin of 11.3 g/dl and platelet count of 202 (x106 u/ml).

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

“And this one’s older than the trees.” My heart was pounding. It felt like I was falling down a tunnel with no bottom. “So what? I’m supposed to believe I’m cursed now? That some psychotic wolf guy wants to kill me because of my last name?” Kael didn’t flinch. “Because of your blood. You’re Crimson-born. And that means something in this world.” I shook my head. “No. No, this isn’t real. None of this is. That thing I saw in my dream—”