Crimson Red Eyes Novels & Stories

“Tell her we’re safe and not to come out no matter what.” Maya texted quickly: "We’re okay. Don’t leave your dorm. We’re in Graham’s lab." A second later, Lena replied: "YOU’RE WHAT?! Are you crazy?? Be careful. Everyone says the security team saw red eyes." Maya’s mouth went dry. “Red eyes.” Graham looked up from the drone, concern flickering in his expression. “That’s not normal. Not even for a wolf that lost control. Red means…” “…possessed,” Lucas finished grimly.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

) Such nerve. A small snake looking creature suddenly appear before me, it's eyes fully bright crimson and long horn on its head, and had a great ooze of drake aura on it. Meaning: it's not from the system world. ( Master, you're such– a snake...!!!!) I screamed pointing my finger at it. Voom! Thud! Flop flop flop! Damn, I completely forgot about that buddy. . . . A beautiful shade of red was applied smoothly to eyelids, mascara was used grace the long blonde eyelashes which quiver slightly. Revealing the hazel grey eyes of a cutie.

Even if it is the God of the world,. “Be grateful. I will make your trip to hell joyous.” “I will bring you to hell! Urk-” “Oh really? I had already made my way back and forth. I even made a name for myself in that realm. Don’t bother doing so.” Eyes turning red. Just like the same red mark he had the last time. But at this moment, it was so shining that it was almost blinding. His sclera turns black. Differs from what it is supposed to be. There is no shade of white to be seen on his orbs. Only that blinding red mark that is not hiding in fog like last time.

His cologne was so strong it stung my eyes. “Hey! What the hell are you doing? Get off me!” This man was surrounded by the dark black aura. It was swirling menacingly all around him. He moved his face so his eyes looked straight into my own. They were so frightening, they were brown with a blood red tint around the edge. They were so harsh looking. As I glared back into his eyes I saw a fly crawl over his eyeball and crawl back behind his eye. It made me want to wretch. When he spoke it was as if is eyes were boring into mine, trying to take control of me.

Man. The monster snapped its eyes open instilling so much fear in Claude he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as a steady deep throb. It's eyes were a bright and cruel shade of vermillion that seemed to direct all of its hate and maternal rage at him. Like the summoning of magical constraints, fear gripped him and held him in place as the eyes ripped through him with a never ending icy heat...the Redwoods just became worlds more dangerous.

Red energy waves beat like Physical whip strokes through the room and threw Raven hard against the wall. He left the air. When he snatched his head in the air, he saw the boy in the incubator threw the head in the neck. Its skin was black, titan-like sheds covered, which flashes over its entire body to be extended. The delicate facial features distorted themselves to the fragment of a nightmare. When the boy – or what was left of him – opened his eyes, there was no whiteness, no more iris. Only pure, burning, karmesin red light. The presence of

He trailed off, his breaths heavy, sweats beading on his temple. I forced my widened gaze back to normal, turning him to face me. I moved closer, closing in on the space between us. My hands found his broad chest, as I fixed my gaze on it. His heart was racing, thumping. Hard, and fast. Thump..thump..thump..thump….. My gaze lifted back to face him, and then I saw it. The faint glow of crimson. It wasn't the normal Alpha red, but this….it was a corrupted hue.

I stare into his eyes as they lose their glow— And return to red. Dante’s red. His. Just like that, the golden glow drains from his eyes, replaced by crimson. Warm. Familiar. Still lethal, but him. Not the voice in my skull. Not the thing that warned me he’ll tell Dante the truth. I stay still.

“Red eyes aren’t… natural. Not in the way golden or amber eyes are.” “What does it mean, then?” I pressed, stepping closer. He turned back to me, his tone more serious. “It depends. Some say it’s a mark of power—ancient bloodlines, cursed or blessed. Others believe it’s a sign of something… darker. Corruption, rage. A loss of control.” I swallowed hard, remembering Claudia’s eyes in the mirror. How cold they looked. How different she felt at that moment. “Have you ever seen someone like that before?” I asked.