Crimson Stain Book Novels & Stories

As for King Stefan, it seemed that he was shocked to see that there was a warrior who had a very intimidating aura even to him. "You'd better let her go, King Stefan," the Crimson Warrior spoke to King Stefan. King Stefan bared his fangs as he readied himself to attack. To everyone's shock, the Crimson Warrior then howled loudly. That howl even managed to make me kneel because of how intimidating that was. As an Alpha wolf, this howl was very strong. Was it because I was still a new Alpha that his howl intimidated me? 'Who is actually the Crimson Warrior? Why does he have such a threatening aura?' I thought to myself.

An overwhelming sensation runs through my veins, as the dormant desire to monopolize someone stirs in me dangerously. I clench my fists hard, trying to win over my instincts. “Lorcan? What's wrong with you?” I hear Dylan’s voice that’s contoured with worry. “Open your eyes, Lorcan,” Orlo says, putting his hand on my clenched fist. I open my eyes and look at them while breathing is ragged. Dylan’s eyes widen and Orlo flinches. “Your eyes turned bright red!" Orlo exclaims. They already turned bright red?!

It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves. "There will also be a red book like aged blood, next to it will be a light blue diary, drawing clouds." The young woman went after the other books while remembering which books to pick up on which shelves to pick up. The red book had a pungent smell, as if it had been painted with blood and pain. Artemisia felt totally uncomfortable picking up that book, it was as if everything that had happened badly to her and that she had forgotten would come back with force and brutality because of that book.

The doubt on my face was evident as she gave a short laugh. “Yes. Let me explain,” I give her a nod, and she begins her proposal. “When we turn, everything heals and then stops aging. There are eggs still in the ovaries, but no communication between the organs to tell them to fertilize during intercourse. Hence, no menstruation. Introducing hormones could break the biochemical stasis. I have been testing the other Crimsonborn blood. For those that haven’t turned, it seems their blood has unusual levels of B1ND hormone. Higher than anything I’ve seen-”

He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror. And she learned of the Crimson Zone, a place of darkness and despair, a prison built not of stone, but of blood and magic. She learned of its origins, its purpose, its secrets. The Crimson Zone was a place of torment, a hell on earth, a prison designed to contain the most dangerous and powerful vampires in the world. It was a place where hope was extinguished, where souls were lost, where the darkness reigned supreme.

The deep crimson stains stood out starkly against the delicate fabric, an undeniable reminder of the gruesome fate they had endured. A wave of nausea surged through me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, intertwining with the sterile laboratory odors, and I felt my stomach churn in disgust. I clamped my hand over my mouth, desperate to suppress the rising bile, but the taste of revulsion lingered on my tongue.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Dark coffee stains spread across the front where Emma had unleashed her righteous fury, and now fresh, darker stains of Elara's blood marked the cuffs and jacket. I couldn't see Vivian like this. I couldn't appear before her looking like I'd just emerged from a territorial skirmish. The last thing I wanted was to frighten her or add even a flicker more distress to her already burdened heart. I ducked into a deserted healer's annex washroom, normally used by off-duty staff. The water from the tap ran bitingly cold against my skin as I frantically tried to scrub the stains from my jacket and shirt. My hands were clumsy with the unfamiliar task. Alpha Kings, especially those who led organizatio

A few suggested it was the end of all things, apocalypse written in blood across the sky. I stood at the edge of the sanctuary garden. The wind lashed through my hair like claws every howl of the storm. The same storm that once lived inside me, that had raged through my soul and poisoned everything it touched, was now painting the world in its color. Crimson. Blood-red. The color of guilt made manifest. And they came, as I had known they would. As they had to.

Oh, by the way, I'd like to invite you to check out some of my other books: I Kissed My Boss, Book 1; The Love of an Invisible and The fate of the rejected alpha, book 1; In particular, I urge you to check out the third title, where there's a whole new world of werewolves, which I've worked hard to create. I'll leave one of the chapters for yous: A Thief: A THIEF WHO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO BE A THIEF The sounds of many voices mingling with each other awakes Bloodstain from the first peaceful sleep she had in her entire life. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hands and takes a few seconds to make her vision focus on the image of two humans in front of you, a male and a female. "Ah, so final