Crimson Stain Book Novels & Stories

Agad niyang ibinuhos iyon sa katawan ng lalaki. “Crimson? Crimson, anong gagawin mo sa kaniya?” Nag-aalalang tanong ko. Crimson just shrugged and lit a match. Her eyes stared at the flame. Inihagis niya ang posporo sa katawan ni Chase at nag-umpisa siyang magliyab. “AHHHH!! AAARGHH!” Malakas na sigaw ng binata.

Stamp followed the can thrown in the air, dodged at the lid of the trash can and landed on the floor, spilling some of the little drops of the fluid. "Well, what the hell, man? I know you're godd*mn rich and has a lot of maids walking around your f-ing mansion to clean every dirt you make, but it ain't here, man!" Stamp exclaimed as he turn his gaze back to his friend. "Oh, come on. Leave it and let the ants sip that. Let's go get some ink." ■■■ "Nice, nice, nice! Well, what the hell, man! You got yourself an f-ing pussy on your chest?" Stamp ejaculated as soon as he viewed what Mahiriko just got to drawn on his skin.

Everly sighed and was about to click out of it when something about the profile picture caught her attention. The troll’s picture was a man’s chest with a white t-shirt and on it, she could read a phrase that was absolutely gross and obnoxious: ‘Lyv’s look makes me hard as a Rock…’ Her last name was Rock, so the play on words wasn’t subtle. Those words written in the same shade of red as the one used for the cover of her new book, ‘Crimson Love’, absolutely sickened her.

The stench of cordite and copper ink still clung to the silk wall coverings of the grand salon, but the blood had been sanitized. Two junior enforcers had scrubbed the parquet floor with industrial bleach, leaving a pale, chemical halo where Enzo Vanni’s head had rested less than twenty minutes ago. Outside, the pre-dawn sky had bruised into a dark, suffocating purple, the storm over Lake Como slowly exhausting its kinetic fury into a thick, low-hanging fog.

⸻ The sky above split apart. ⸻ And for a moment— Amara saw a third presence. ⸻ Not black like the Fallen Celestial. ⸻ Not gold like the ancient wolf. ⸻ Crimson. ⸻ Deep crimson. ⸻ Like blood beneath moonlight. ⸻ The image vanished instantly. ⸻ Yet everyone had seen it. ⸻ Everyone. ⸻ The corrupted heir smiled. ⸻ And whispered: ⸻ “The prophecy was never about two.”

His dark ebony skin shone like he used Shea butter to oil it to perfection, he wore a black turtle neck T-shirt with long sleeves and black pants, and a necklace made of white cowries laid on his neck over the shirt. But beneath all that was a certain aura about him. He carried himself with a kind of confidence and self assuredness I've never seen in someone so young, like someone that was already so used to being in control, and he had an easy air about like he had no care or fear in the world. And strangely, he held a book in his right hand. “What are you doing out here hiding amongst flowers and dressed like an assassin?” I asked, still angry at been caught unawares.

I don't know but someone tells me here all the information I need. Suddenly my hand moved alone and touched the strange symbol. I suddenly felt my palm hurt. There was nothing sharp in my hand so why did I get wounded? I saw how the color of the book changed. From a simple dark brown book, it became light brown with a green diamond on each side and an aqua blue crystal in the middle.

but why wasn't she sniveling, wasn't she being ignoble and catty? "Please forgive me, Uncle, for not being able to shed tears for you. Please blame me for being selfish" she said without void, without emotions, impassible. Damien rushed in right after Mystique and immediately ordered his men to search the whole building, every corner to every closet, he also did his search, scanning one corner of the living room to the other, his ears active and he didn't fail to notice the quietness, the silence, tranquillity. Only the footsteps of his men could be heard but were he supposed to hear anything else. How odd.

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”