Crimson Riot Quirk Novels & Stories

"My sister… she better come back soon." Riri froze, pulse drumming hard beneath her scales. "She always keeps me warm. Always smells like sin and cinnamon. I love all of them but Rara's my fire. You know?" She hugged tighter, sighing into her warmth. Her breath reeked of fermented fruit and longing. Something in Riri broke. She didn't fully transform. No divine radiance. No celestial voice. She merely shifted into her humanoid form, wearing a mask — dark obsidian, featureless but feminine — and let Aria hold her like that.

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

And now, I feel the strength of Cyra’s pack, shared with me. Quirin is a little different. He built his pack from the ground up. All of them are previous rogues, fighters. It makes sense that they would be drawn to an Alpha who is also a fighter, and it also makes it more clear to me why he’s so dangerous. His pack’s ferocity has made Quirin even more ferocius.

"I, Jason Crimson, Alpha of Crimson Moon pack, accept you Ariana Harrison, as my mate!"

The force of its sudden appearance shoved Crimson Guardian away. He turned back to the mountain, yet it had already disappeared. The crowd paled. They had never seen a Supreme Mystique Technique like this. Crimson Guardian turned to his comrades. "Are you sure this is the time to sit out of a fight?" "Hell no, I'm stepping in!" Violet Venerable roared. In a snap, he suddenly turned into a humongous purple titan.

"Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface." My father listens intently, his eyes narrowing as he processes this information. Thalia continues, "There is a ritual that can be performed to unbind Amara, but it is crucial that she is strong enough to endure it. The ritual must take place during a blood moon to ensure its success." sits back, My father’s expression thoughtful. "And you believe she is ready for thi

I quirked an eyebrow, attempting to lighten the mood. "The organization you unwittingly crossed paths with tonight is known as the 'Crimson Pact,'" with a low rumble voice, he was trying to explain. “They're a clandestine group that wields powers beyond human comprehension. Their motives are shrouded in layers of intrigue and authority, and they've maintained this precarious balance for centuries."

- **Flavor:** Spinning vortex of razor blood; howls like drowning gods. **New Ultimate: Crimson Restoration (Soul-Heal Variant – Used on Remy)** - **Cost:** 500,000 HP/MP (Self-deducts; Regens via Crown) - **Cooldown:** 1/week - **Effect:** Target regens 100% HP instantly + permanent +20% max HP/VIT. Works on soul-damage/coma states (Pulls soul back from 90% lost states). Pack-wide if oath-linked. - **Flavor:** User's blood floods target's veins; "I won't let you go." (Unlocked pre-Remy heal; triggered by near-loss panic.)

Sobs rip out of me, the smell of my own burning flesh fills the room. He holds it there. One second, two, three. Long seconds of pure fire. Then he lifts it. A perfect tiny wolf now seared into my skin forever. The pain does not stop. It throbs and pulses. I scream until my voice is gone, only broken sobs left. I shake hard. The burn is fire. Tears flood my face. My legs tremble. But between my legs I am wet. Shamefully wet. My body betrays me again. I hate it. Hate him. Hate myself.