Novel & Cerita Dark Crimson

The ground began to shake, the sky was covered with dark crimson shades, spreading rapidly. The top cracked, displaying abysmal darkness. It was a large crack in the sky showing the sky will crack to take the sinners to their worst nightmares. Thick, maroon coloured blood began to drip from it, it was rotten by one’s own sins, dripping continuously. Frightening everyone by the thick consistency of it.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

“Not clearly, not until recently. Last week, we saw it. Three of us. It was like nothing I’ve seen before. Taller than a wolf. Almost... twisted. Faster. Vicious. And its eyes...” He turns towards me then, and I see the memory flash behind his eyes. “Crimson,” he says. “Like fire in the dark.” I go still. Every part of me freezes around the words. His gaze sharpens. He must see the recognition in my face. “You’ve seen it too.” I don’t answer. Not yet. My thoughts are already racing, colliding with what I’ve seen, what I know, what I fear. Drake doesn’t press me. Instead, he leans back slightly, exhaling. “Our elders, after we described it, they think it might be a lycan.”

' The illumination of the breaking of dawn and the light from the bright red Nirvana flames that surrounded them, the crimson hue that filled the image being shown was a perfect hue as the light exploded. The roars turned into howls of disparity. With cold eyes, Diana Ritchell watched every emotion of disparity and hopelessness from the beasts' eyes. She fed on their sadness with cruel affection. Diana Ritchell could not help but tilt her head high as she looked at the lightening skies. The skies were painted with crimson blood as if the gods were showing sympathy for the loss of lives in the wolven continent and the other continents.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

Oh, you never fail to amaze me, Crimson. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

Four seperate doors were visible in the room too, with the main door which was large and electric, the bathroom door, the door leading to the closet and another door which Crimson obviously has not opened yet because she knew nothing about what was behind the door. The main decor was in black and gold including the large bed that looked like a football pitch, the sheets, the plain yet sophisticated paintings, the tables, chairs, accessories and couches in the room all had the same colour, it was all uniformed. Although she felt hungry she didn't hesitate to walk towards the strange unopened door, obviously it was secured and electric too and she didn't know if her palm print was also include

A few minutes later, ivory frowned; she saw a red dot fast approaching in front of the blue dot. ‘Uhm Anita what does a red dot mean’ ivory asked anxiously. ‘A red dot, it means a creature is fast approaching, you guys better hide’ Anita replied. Natasha noticing ivory’s frown asked. ‘Ivory what’s the matter’? ‘A creature’s fast approaching, we better hide’ ivory says out loud. ‘A creature, how do you know that’ Chevy asked with a frown ‘and even if a creature is fast approaching we can kill it’.

I almost gagged at the sigh in front of him. “Don’t call me blue balls.” Dominic let out a satisfied sigh as he stood up facing me, stains of blood covering his black jeans but they were barely visible because of the color, but his hands were totally another story. They were covered with blood, I could barely pinpoint his fingers so I tore my eyes from them and did one simple mistake. I looked into his eyes. His green eyes had darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen before. He had this look in his eyes, a look that made you wonder just how many people he killed, or perhaps, he probably lost count with how sane he seemed to be.

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.