Dark Crimson Mga Nobela at Kwento

' 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.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

Ajay is right on one thing, these men are shameless disrespectful sex maniacs! Averting my gaze from the emotional torture brought about by that scenery, I ricochet my distress around the corners of this black-painted hall. Black-representing the dark sins taking place here. The evil roaming in this whole place. No other colour would have fitted these walls better. The red lanterns on the walls are doing enough justice in illuminating the black-painted hall. Good combination - red and black. Evil and danger. Cold and deep.

The shadow rose higher from the tomb. It had the outline of a man the way a nightmare had the outline of a memory. Tall. Broad. Shoulders draped in darkness that moved like torn wings. Its skin, where I could see it beneath the shadow, looked gray-white and stretched too tightly over bone. Long black veins crawled over its throat and disappeared beneath cracked armor fused into its chest. Its eyes opened last. Gold. Not Damien’s bright wolf-gold. Older gold. Rotten gold. The color of coins buried with kings who should have stayed dead.

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.