Novel & Cerita Crimson Stain Book

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.

Blake’s POV The great hall burned with light, brighter than I had ever seen it. Hundreds of candles glowed from chandeliers above, their flames mirrored in polished marble floors. Crimson banners cascaded down the high walls, stitched with gold thread that caught the firelight. Flowers—moonlilies and roses—perfumed the air until it was heavy, intoxicating. And at the heart of it all, walking toward me, was Amara. The crowd hushed as she entered. Her gown flowed like liquid sunlight, golden-brown silk threaded with silver that shimmered with each step. Her curls crowned with moonlilies, her dual-colored eyes shining, she was no longer only my mate. She was the embodiment of prophecy itself.

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."

**Lyra** The stain on my clothes was small, but I felt as if my whole world had stopped when I saw it. A slight pain in my stomach had made me instinctively put my hand there, but the color… that color turned my stomach. I wanted to hide it, I wanted to keep pretending I could handle everything, but Krimson noticed right away. “Shit…” he whispered, his voice harsher than he intended. “This trip… this trip is dangerous. Maybe… we should stay a few more days. Wait until you’re better. I can’t risk you like this.”

Around him, the crimson stone of the Spire’s great hall stretched in obscene ceremony— glowing braziers painting sin across the walls and skin alike, the shadows dancing with predatory intent. Every breath was a baptism in something feral: incense and blood, sweat and death, musk and desire twisted into something unholy. And beneath it all, a scent that turned his stomach and tightened his gut— copper and rot, ancient and masculine. Vampire. The sound came next. A low-throated moan, a hum that pulsed like an unseen flogger against the meat of his bones. “Sanguine princeps… stella crimson… nova aurora…”

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.

“Oh! Thank you very much. I’ll give it a read then . I guess I’ll learn a lot about my dead husband from here than I could while I was actually with him.” After that the publisher left. And Ms.Rafa took that book and sat on a rocking chair to read it. She said to herself, “Guess a legendary journey of a devil is about to be revealed by my hands. Should I be happy about that, I don’t know anymore…” Inside that Book…………….

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Deep browns and charcoals blended seamlessly, adding a touch of mystery to my gaze. A deep red lipstick was chosen, enhancing the Scarlet Temptation dress's allure. My lips became a canvas of confidence. A subtle highlight on my cheekbones completed the transformation, leaving me ready to face the enigmatic Alexei Pushkin. Emma's skilled hands turned my apprehension into confidence, and as I looked in the mirror, I felt ready to face the enigmatic Alexei Pushkin in the mysterious Velvet Shadow. The air hung thick with the scent of exotic perfumes and expensive cigars as I entered The Velvet Shadow. The nightclub pulsed with a vibrant energy, a stark contrast to the steely resolve I carried w

Rosa and Katrina managed to lift the guard up to take him to another room in my quarters, when I noticed a blood stain on the little boy's hand. "Blood, why is there a blood stain on your sleeve?" I asked, staring at Rex's sleeve. "It's not my blood," Rex looked at his sleeve, he didn't seem surprised at all. "I think it's yours, Crown Princess Crimson," Rex said. I saw the corner of his lip twitch up. "Mine?" I was confused, because I didn't injure any part of my body. "Crown Princess Crimson, you are bleeding on your hand," Katrina alerted me, I looked down at my hands and saw blood, it was where Rex had touched me earlier than was bleeding.