Crimson Red Eyes Novels & Stories

A woman with red eyes, crumpled clothes, a lot of blood on her body and clothes. Cloth just before it died or whatever because it’s not like the other Red Eyed Dead that drop worm flesh. He just bit his lower lip and shook while pulling his own hair. Gavin suddenly dropped his weapon because of this. They are all stunned and in a stage of shocked when they finally saw someone had a red-eyed dead, just like those but her eyes were not dark red but a brighter one, a bright red eyes. Everyone who will see her will be all like this "Fuck!"

Chapter 13 (Rowen) I woke up in the morning and I still had my arms tightly around Ambrosia. I released my grip some, but she was still asleep, so she didn’t notice. I slowly got up and headed into the bathroom, surprising myself when I looked into the mirror to see my eyes were a strange tint of red and rose gold mixed. The red was light, but I could see it. “What the?” I said to Viper. It had to be a Vampire thing. I knew the Vampires eyes turned red when they fed or when they were in certain situations, but mine never had, that I knew of.

Its crimson light flooded the chamber through unseen openings. The elders’ eyes snapped open, glowing red. Their voices deepened—turning guttural, inhuman.

Elliot hesitated for a moment before replying, "Their eyes, Alpha. They had red eyes, like crimson flames. It's not something you usually see, and it unsettled me." Dwayne's concern deepened at the mention of red eyes. He knew that red eyes often signified something more sinister in the supernatural world. "I see," Dwayne said, "Red eyes, especially in the context of our world, are often associated with vampires. It's unusual for them to be so close to our territory. We can't ignore this." Elliot nodded, his own concern mirrored in his eyes. "That's what worried me, Alpha. Vampires are territorial, and if they're here, there must be a reason. We need to find out what they're up to."

I certainly didn’t, until I met the elusive and reclusive Damien Silverburn. Immediately upon meeting him, I noticed his eyes, the color of fire flickering against the night sky. Any time I had seen him online, his eyes had been brown. One of my jobs, I soon learned, would be to make sure there was a copious and constant supply of brown contact lenses to cover the red. Humans didn’t respond well to red eyes, but the composition of wolf person eyes dissolved the lenses quickly. It was important that there was always more than enough in stock.

The monster Alpha. They said he’d murdered his entire family the night he shifted for the first time. That he’d risen to power by bathing in his father’s blood. That no one had seen his face since he took the title. That his wolf had glowing red eyes and stood larger than any known Alpha in history. Some said he wasn’t even a man anymore. Just a beast in a body. The kind of thing nightmares were made of. Even now, my heartbeat picked up. Something about that name always unsettled me. Like it didn’t belong in the mouth of a sane person.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

Alaric’s voice was distant, like he was calling me from across a great void. My vision blurred, but through the haze, I saw the way his eyes widened, his brows knitting together in worry. "Her eyes," Elena whispered. I blinked, feeling the unnatural heat in my irises. The reflection in the metal training equipment across the room confirmed it—my eyes were blazing red. Not golden. Not the warm amber of my wolf. A deep, haunting, dangerous red. Alaric took a cautious step forward. "Arianna, listen to me. You need to breathe."

Chapter 2 – Crimson Eyes Rain lashed against Diana’s face as she stood frozen before the iron gates. The crimson eyes remained fixed on her from the darkness beyond the forest, unblinking and impossibly bright. They were not the golden eyes of a Northern wolf, nor the silver eyes of a moon-blessed pack. They burned like embers buried beneath ash. Something ancient. Something predatory. As if someone was watching. Another growl rumbled through the storm, deeper this time, vibrating through the ground beneath her feet.

I sank them in and drew on his life, while his warmth drove away the chills from my body. It was after I was done feeding that I dared to look up at him. His eyes were distant, a silver - blue, more silver than blue, so that my Vampire instincts made me shrink from their gaze that seemed to bore through me. His face was hard, an unreadable mask, and his lips were twisted in the same cold smile he always used when he was about to tell me something cruel. I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself. "What wrong have I done now Percy?"