Crimson Riot Quirk Novels & Stories

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

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.

Luckily or unluckily, today seems to be the every day he breaks his friendship with Blake and abandons him without a word. After abandoning him, he felt even more guilty.He went back to the Meadow everyday since making sure that Blake was okay, watching him as he waited for him at the meadow day after day, his quilty continuing to grow until Blake stopped coming. Then he was the one coming to the meadow until he too stopped. When he grew up he deliberately tried to forget these memories and ignored his feelings, the quilt haunted him, ever present in the back of his mind. He would find making his way to the meadow before he would stop remembering that Blake would not be there to wait for hi

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

I got up and turned to help my bestie up from her spot, taking her hand in mine we followed Wayne and Clarrisa off school grounds some till we passed the hearing of most of the school unless someone shifts. "We need to talk Rouge, Scarlet." Clarrisa calming voice started the converstation with a authority I wasnt expecting and to be honest it was startling. "Rouge, I understand that you have trust in your best friend and that is why I didn't mind her being brought into this but the truth is there is a risk to what is happening. You are hiding a seceret from your Alpha and although the pack pledge hasn't been made your Alpha still holds poswer as your bloodline is pledged to him Scarlet, and

I can't let anyone use Ruby. "All you two have to do is stay in that room while he has the barrier up. Death won't be able to use you against me like that." Quix's eyes turned pure white and an uncharacteristic smirk came to his lips. "You think Death can't reach you? Foolish. We haven't met yet, my name is War and my power is to make others my puppets. Especially easy with my own brother's minions." Holly glared at him. "Let Quix go."

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

If he gives them his blood, it might kill him or backfire in any other number of ways. I turn back towards the crystal and the few spirits that linger and demand they ask for some other payment. However, they merely ask for the same thing again and again. Letting me know they will not change their mind. “Damn it!” I yell furiously. “Damn it all to Annwn!” The group behind me jumped at my sudden outrage. Only Max stays near me, as though unafraid of my anger. I don’t need to look at him to sense his worry for me as I feel his hand gently touch my back in comfort.

With over 14 points of saturation points, he had sufficient physical strength. He went to his room and open the big freezer and put all the dead bugs inside. That would stop the bodies from rotting before he extracted the usable ingredients from them. He then opened his sling bag and put all the gray-colored crystal on his bed. These soul crystals were the manifestation of the elemental affinity of beasts, the low-level beast in purple-bushes commonly had an affinity to Earth Elements. He had earned 4 gray-crystals from today's scouting. "Ah, Shit... NOT again!" Creed's hair stood up as he noticed something frightening.

Cirroc, utterly infuriated by this blasphemy, fixated Liam with a murderous glare. "How dare you insult me? I'm going to make you pay for this! "Mr. Quain! Cripple him! I want him on his knees, begging for mercy!" Waylon stepped forward, carrying with him an aura of great power that washed over everyone in the room, making them shudder. The next moment, Waylon raised his fist and lunged at Liam. All that could be heard was the sound of his fist whizzing through the air as it pummeled straight toward Liam's chest!