Crimson Red Eyes Novels & Stories

The brooms handle was wooden, surely it could act as a make shift stake if it came down to it. "Always fighting and never yeilding" Aiden's says before his eyes shift from my face to the location of the broom against his breast. His eyes darkened a few shades but his aura remained the same. Completely tertifying. This wasn't how I remembered him to be. Calm yes, but there's something else. Aiden's eyes lift to meet mine once again, slowly and I recognize that the dark abyss isn't completely dark. There's a crimson tint to it, as if his eyes are forever red, only isn't. But who am I to judge knowing even my eyes are pink.

She looked at her reflection on the jug next to Elhias and blinked several times. Taryn's irises had taken on another, more vivid color, a green that seemed to be alive. She blinked again and the color changed, becoming an intense blue that recalled the waves. She did it again and this time her eyes turned red, like the flames of a raging fire.

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.

The thick metal gate groaned behind him, and within moments, he stopped directly in front of me. Standing that close, I was forced to confront just how enormous he truly was. His broad frame towered over me, casting a dark shadow that completely swallowed my smaller figure. The bright lights above no longer reached me as clearly, blocked by his intimidating presence. I had to tilt my head slightly upward just to meet his gaze. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I stared into his eyes once more, unable to look away. The crimson glow within his irises remained as vivid. The red color pulsed rhythmically, almost like a living heartbeat trapped inside his eyes. Every flash of that eerie light se

I opened my eyes. I knew what he was seeing. My hazel eyes were gone. In their place was a blinding, ethereal glow—a bright, pulsing red that lit up the darkened kitchen. It wasn't the yellow of a Beta or the red of a normal Alpha. It was the color of a bleeding moon, ancient and terrifying. Cassian gasped. He didn't pull away, but I saw his pupils dilate. "Damn," he breathed. I let the glow fade, the light receding until my normal hazel eyes returned. I felt a bit dizzy, the drain of the power making my knees weak. Cassian reached out then, catching my elbows to steady me.

The door creaked open, admitting a gust of wind so cold it felt like a blade against my cheeks. A woman walked into the shop. She wore a thin, crimson dress that was entirely unsuited for the blizzard, yet there wasn't a single snowflake on her shoulders. Her face was deathly pale—not the paleness of a winter chill, but the stark, waxy hue of a corpse that had spent weeks under the permafrost. Her eyes, however, were the most terrifying feature: they were a vibrant, humid red, as if the sockets were filled with fresh, dripping blood.

I was about to stand up, when a little girl with red eyes walked inside the room. “Dad! I need your help.” She yelled and ran toward Vladimir's arms. He kissed the girl's forehead and asked “What happened, baby?” The girl was almost in tears, her eyes were completely red, her irises were in fact deep red, and the white part was red from all the crying going on.

The Alpha Crimson. Even from this distance, his presence felt heavy on my chest. His physique was bigger than any Lycan I had ever seen, and he stood at the front. His eyes burned a deep, unnatural crimson, and his fur was black and rippling with force. I could sense his authority and domination even from this distance. He was staring at me, too. Mira let out a loud sigh. "How do we combat that?" I had nothing to say. Because I wasn't sure whether we could for the first time in my life.

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

But it was his eyes that truly held everyone captive. A deep crimson—striking, hypnotic, and inhuman. They weren’t just red; they carried an unfathomable depth, like liquid rubies gleaming under the arena lights. They radiated an air of mystery, a gaze that seemed to see through everything. There was an intensity in them that sent a shiver down the spines of those who dared meet them. And yet, despite their inherent coldness, there was something oddly magnetic about them, drawing people in rather than pushing them away.