Novel & Cerita Crimson Rivers Fanfic

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

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.

Crystal bowed as a sign of respect before walking out on him. "Twerp" Red bellowed as he stood up from his seat and was about walking out. "What did you just call me?" She hurriedly grabbed his hand as she inquired while looking into his eyes. "Get your infected hand off me silly" Red reacted to her actions. "Oh no you didn't just say that!!"Crystal spoke out. "And what if I did Twerp??" he mocked as he stocked out his tongue to her face. Crystal who was angry grabbed his hair and dragged it like she was going to make him hairless.

Ahmed added, flexing his arm muscles. I could not help laughing at the thought. “I know you’re saying this so you can intimidate all of them with your body. “You bet.” Ahmed winked. Ahmed suddenly stood to his feet, looking into the river. I also felt something different in the air at the moment, a kind of ethereal felling taking over the environment. “Prepare to run,” Ahmed said. I turned to him to see the smile of amusement on his face which showed no urgency or danger. The river suddenly boiled hard and erupted, sending a huge ball of water flying my way which caught me by surprise and totally drenched me. The water was icy cold, but it had a refreshing feel to it.

And together… They were stronger than Rafael realized. ⸻ Miles away, along the dark riverbank… Rafael stood beside the body of another drained wolf. Moonlight reflected in the shallow water as he wiped a single drop of blood from his lips. The taste was wrong. Weak. Incomplete. He straightened slowly, gazing toward the distant forest where Crimson Hollow lay. Soon. The real power waited there. And when he finally claimed it… Even the moon itself would bow.

“When I woke up, I was in some basement. It was dark. Freezing. These guys were dragging me. They were laughing like it was a game. Like I didn’t matter. Then everything exploded. Gunfire. Screaming.” He paused, eyes wide but not with fear—more like disbelief. “Viktor came in with Aleksander and Damir. He fought like the world owed him blood. Like they made the biggest mistake of their lives touching me.” He looked at me then. “I’ve never seen anything like it. He bled for me, Amara. He fought for me.” I tried to process it. “He’s not your friend, Luca. He’s using you to keep me around.”

Life could have been exciting for him if only Crimson was part of the drooling multitude interested in him. As for Crimson she wanted nothing more than to end the year as fast as possible. It was torture enough for her to see girls flaunt themselves all over Charles but the fact that she was not ready to acknowledge her jealousy and the reason for it, made the torture even more severe. CHARLES POV

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

I can tell they are surprised by this too. "He's dead isn't he? I didn't mean to.." River begins, and my eyes furrow when I notice she's shaking. I place my hands on her shoulders, pushing her away a little, then lean down to scan her face. Her cheeks are wet with tears, and her eyes are red. I grit my teeth, rage rising in my chest again, successfully destroying the warmth which had once been there. "You did so well being calm, can you hold out for me for a little longer?" I ask her softly, staring deeply into her diamond crystal like eyes. My tone a sharp contrast to the anger which was currently boiling inside me.