Crimson Riot Quirk Novels & Stories

Swoosh! Morticia's delicate face showed how angry she was when she heard the explanation. "You poisoned the tea?" "That's right!" Quincy was feeling pleased with herself. "Why? Are you the only one who is allowed to control me with poison and I can't do the same thing to you?" As she spoke, Quincy smiled brighter. She took out a jade bottle and said, "This is Blood Spirit Pill, only available from South Cloud Royals. Once taken, the poison will penetrate into the blood and it will spread faster every time you try to activate your power."

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

"I've ditched my given name. Just call me Red Chaos! No one can control me!" No one replied for a long time. However, the red wolf remained oblivious to it all and continued laughing proudly. "Man, that's hella lame. It's seriously no wonder the Purebloods didn't want you." Quin quipped. "Che! They're just unable to fathom a great entity like me. Just like you can't fathom it now." She squinted her eyes at him. Quin felt his anger and irritation rising. "Seriously, who do you think you-"

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.

I rush over to the full-length mirror. My reflection stares back at me. My skin has turned flawlessly pale, with more veins than before, and my eyes are glowing a terrifying crimson red; you could hardly recognize me. I feel stronger and more vibrant than I ever have. The dark trauma of Adrian's assault feels like a distant, fading shadow, burned away entirely by the fiery power currently coursing through my veins. I am the Crimson Queen. I am Raya, fully awakened by the unconditional love of my mate. That means Cassian…

Quillion Van Kirk, with his signature crimson cloak billowing behind him, turned the corner, nearly colliding with Elder Mauritius Carmichael. Elder Mauritius, clad in his dark ceremonial robes, his salt and pepper hair glinting in the light, steadied himself. His piercing gaze locked onto Quillion, the weight of decades reflected in his storm-gray eyes. "It’s time to end this, Quillion," he said, his voice as sharp and unyielding as the edge of a blade. “Time to face our old friend Marcus Fitz.” The name sent a heavy punch in his gut. Quillion’s jaw tightened, his pale blue eyes narrowing. His hand instinctively brushed against the hilt of his sword, the faint hum of latent power rippling t

My heart fluttered and my breath caught in my lungs at the thought of how his ‘were’ form was just as handsome as his human form. His claws dug into the rogue's neck and, with one swipe, tore it wide open. The rogue went limp and I watched in awe as Crimson leaned over the dead rogue, his fur shimmered to a bright yellow and back to the deep hue of red right as the rogue gasped for his last breath before dying. “Crimson!” I called out to him, coming to my senses, wondering what it was I had just seen. This night was full of strangeness.

An airy laugh echoed out her lips in a two-toned voice. "This is bad. Hope Garrix senses this right now." Joshua gritted his teeth, seeing that he was majorly screwed right now. All the kids were single-handedly beaten by her. There was no telling how strong she could be. This was what Garrix was talking about, the unparalleled power of the Crimson Bride. His brown eyes shrunk just how close she quickly she was running towards him. "DIE!" _______________________________________________ Back at the school cafeteria, the Werewolf Halfling in secret hung out with Dorian, Maddie and Zack whilst they were in the midst of their conversation.

I called his name as I chased after him. He approached the silhouette I saw earlier, and the closer we got, the more I felt that something was about to go wrong. Suddenly, he punched the guy, knocking him down. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He exclaimed as he grabbed the guy's collar and pulled him up. Suddenly, as Crimson held onto the guy, he slowly started gaining colors. Crimson's warm colors merged with a light yellow color, kinda like Al's.

I wanted to sleep and rest but decided to just come see why Pearl was so angry with me for. I didn't expect to get slapped in the face now how dare you slap me Amber freaking Wu!" Crimson screamed her lungs out with all of her might, right on Pearl Lin's shocked face. For almost a minute no one talked or cried, everyone was shocked. Where did Crimson get so much caurage from, how comes she's now slapping them back and screaming at them? "Are you serious right now Crimson? Just how wicked can you be?