Dark Crimson Novels & Stories

He made a left turn and the house was out of sight. We drove at a constant speed towards the end of the town. It was a small town that only harboured only vampires. The nearby town that occupied humans was much livelier than ours. People busy around, the air seemed warmer and colours were more vibrant. were these the kind of warmth and light that being around humans brought to the world. The kind of light that Dawn brought into my cold life, the light I knew I now couldn’t live without. In fact, it was almost like our town was all matte grey and white, cold and stank of earth. Sad.

•HIS REAL NEW LIFE• A man is silently walking around a house like some kind of a ghost, he's clad in a black cloak with a hood over his head and a sharp steel knife in his hand, portraying the figure of a creature that takes life from a living. A woman is silently staring at him, clad in a blood stained white dress, her hair covers her whole face. She's unmoving and not even breathing but her eyes are on him, waiting for him to come closer.

The air inside the dark server annex was thin, cold, and heavy with the smell of scorched copper. It was 04:32 AM. Outside, the freezing rain of the Lombardy storm slammed against the reinforced high-security glass of Villa Valeriano, blurring the distant lights of the lake into bleeding smears of grey and amber.

It was the heavy, intoxicating scent of pine and winter, but it was heavily laced with the metallic, iron stench of fresh blood. A massive, towering shadow loomed over the edge of the bed. Dominic had returned. He didn't light a candle; he didn't need to. His molten amber eyes glowed like twin coals in the pitch-black room, pinning her sleeping form to the mattress. His leather armor was splattered with crimson, his large hands stained with the blood of the rebels he had slaughtered at the border. He was a vision of pure, unadulterated death.

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.

Something predatory. And then Darkness.

“They’ve been quiet for a while.” Katherine nods grimly. “Until now. Their leader’s daughter died last month.” A chill runs through me. “I… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” Alexander says darkly. “They’re not grieving. They’re hunting.” My fork pauses mid-air. “Hunting?” Katherine’s eyes meet mine, calm but heavy. “For blood.” I frown. “You mean… revenge?” She shakes her head slowly. “No, dear. Literal blood. A rare type, something their scientists call the crimson variant. It’s said to have regenerative properties. The kind that can bring someone back from the brink of death.”

He saw my pants soaked through, dark crimson dripping onto the track. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the color drain from his face. I closed my eyes and let gravity take over as the darkness swallowed me whole.

Dark wood walls, a massive bed with black silk sheets, a fireplace roars with orange flames. The air smells of leather and smoke. Nikolai stands by the fire. He is in a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up, his muscles showing on his arms. In his right hand he holds a small branding iron. The end is metal. A tiny wolf crest. The Morozov wolf. It glows cherry red from the fire. My stomach drops hard. Why is he holding that? Who is it for? My eyes search the room fast. No one else. Just us.