Novel & Cerita Crimson Red Eyes

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.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

Long, silky red hair, woven into a single intricate braid, cascaded down his back, the deep ruby strands catching the dim glow of the lanterns like woven fire. His sharp, angular features looked like they had been sculpted by gods. His skin was pale, flawless, yet almost too perfect, too ethereal—like a porcelain doll carved with delicate, cruel precision. Then there were his eyes. Inhuman. Crimson. The color of fresh-spilled blood, of embers burning in the darkness. Slit pupils, glowing faintly, gleamed with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.

Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now" All a sudden, I start to see black dots, and my vision is blurred!! Taking me to a time I don’t remember. Observing my surroundings. The skies are dark with ominous clouds, rumbles of thunder moving through the sky with rhythm, it’s pouring. Mud and blood are everywhere. Witches, wolves, Lycans and Vampires are fighting. Spells being cast, blood being sucked, Lycans sending heads flying with one swipe of their claws, wolve tearing their enemy apart. Thunder rumbles through the sky as lighting strikes the ground, sending waves of electricity through the earth's flooring. Looking to my left I see a woman, glaring ri

When I registered the color in his eyes, I yelped. They were glowing a fierce crimson color. . .

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I can’t “You have to” My eyes burned. Heat flooded my veins. The pressure intensified. Wolves around the circle stepped back instinctively. “What’s happening?” someone whispered. “Look at her eyes” I looked up. The world sharpened. Colors deepened. Every heartbeat in the clearing became audible. My eyes weren’t normal anymore. Not gold like an alpha. Something darker. Older. Red. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Some wolves dropped to their knees. Not by choice. Instinct. One wolf tried to stay standing. His legs trembled violently. His jaw clenched.

Frederick got up from his throne and walked up to me. He urged me to keep a low temper noticing that the pupils of my eyes went red in color. Being a hybrid of both vampyre and a witch, I didn’t have the glowing blue eyes vampyres get and the glowing green eyes witches have when they’re in their true form. When I triggered any of my inner forms, my eyes just glow bloody red and right now they did. I was insanely filled with hatred towards Cassius.

"I am guessing I don't need to introduce myself." Raphael De Amato, the Alpha of the Crimsonclaw pack. An Alpha of one of the Triad Packs and the most powerful Lycan. There was no mistaking him with any other. Like the stories said, his eyes were neither blue nor green but a distinctive crimson. He was the red-eyed lycan that appeared only once in a generation. An Alpha born with red eyes was said to have powers that no other Lycan would have access to. Yet, he was known more notoriously for his cruelty. He had bodies strewn on stakes outside his castle. And now the same man was before me.