Dark Crimson の小説・ストーリー

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

And I wished he hadn't because the next thing I knew, an ear-piercing scream left my throat and I panicked with a new fear. Crimson was just a color until my eyes landed on his. A deep wine-colored hue rested in his eyes, the rim of the pupil had a deep golden boundary, the black dot between enclosed with silvery touch. It was beautiful in a way that I realized no normal human would ever possess such distinct features. My eyes frantically moved towards his hand encircled around my wrist for he had curved nails that were utterly unusual and strange.

The pale morning light crept through the letterbox sized windows of the den slowly, casting a stark glow over the rows of beds before crawling up the back wall. The scent of blood mingled with the musty scent of damp and cheap perfume as the girls silently let the night pass them by.

Scarlet's lifeblood spilled onto the stone floor, crimson liquid cascading over the mystical orb. As Scarlet's blood mingled with the orb, the chamber quaked with a violent tremor. The very fabric of the room seemed to pulsate with an ominous energy. Annik watched in horror as his beloved Luna's life force drained away, his heart breaking with each passing second. Suddenly, the darkness consumed Annik, his body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes turned black as the abyss, a transformation overtaking him. He emerged from the shroud of darkness, a monstrous black wolf, his aura radiating power and madness.

They already turned bright red? My eyes generally turn into a creamy golden color when I have my fill, jet black when I’m starving and I need blood in my system, and sapphire which is my real eye color. My eyes never change into bright red until I’m in a killing machine mode. Vampires' eyes only turn bright red when they lose control over themselves, drink human blood and when they sense their mate near them. Lines of worry form on Dylan’s face as my breathing becomes heavier and the color of my iris is too reluctant to change into my original one.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

Each blow they exchanged left the bakery further ravaged, the once-cozy shop now a battleground stained with blood and chaos. Bruce’s savage attacks bore the unmistakable signature of Malrik’s dark influence. His light brown fur, streaked with crimson from Ryker’s counterstrikes, gleamed under the faint light. His black patch glistened like a shadow itself, as though darkness clung to him. His glowing amber eyes locked onto Ryker with an intensity that screamed of hatred and vengeance.

There must be something else I can do. Although Vanora had not said it out loud, Vlad could tell what she thought. She fidgeted and looked so uncomfortable with the idea of turning in so early. He sighed helplessly then gave a wry smile. "How about I tell you about the colour of emotions that you could absorb?" "Sure." Vanora listened with rapt attention. "You can absorb almost any shade of red. From an orange-red shade to the darkest shade of red. The only shade that does not belong to you is crimson red which represents sexual desire. That's for demons of lust to feast on."

⸻ 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.”