Diablo Vs Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

"Are you two just going to keep staring at them now? " She snapped, she was annoyed that her minions were not giving her the attention and the back up she needed for the night, Crimson was already gaining more points over her and she didn't for once assume that Crimson would have such a rich brother, which implies that Crimson was from a veryyy wealthy home, meanwhile she and her minions always tagged Crimson as poor since she was always so cheap and the last resort in the group.

“There are two differences between you and I.” “I do what is necessary to protect members of this land. Friends and foes alike. But you’re all in it for the power. Secondly, I am a true Crimson, something you can never be. Only a crimson Alpha can sit on the throne without turning to ashes.” “THEN LOOK AT MY PUPILS.” Duncan’s veins bulged from his neck as his eyes shone crimson, similar to Rhaella’s but dimmer. “I almost have the eyes of a crimson. I am almost a crimson. I can sit on the blazing throne without being burnt.”

he spat, his words dripping with venom. Rey, her gaze unwavering, spoke with a voice that carried both authority and compassion. "Damon, this darkness has twisted your mind," she stated, her words reaching out to the remnants of his humanity. "We were once allies, and we can be again. Turn away from this path of destruction and embrace the light." But Damon, consumed by his own darkness and consumed by bitterness, refused to listen. With a fierce roar, he launched another attack, his fury driving him forward. The clash between Damon and the Crimson pack intensified, their powers colliding in a battle that echoed through the town.

We'd have to cross open ground to get to it, with nothing but air between us and a firing squad of ghosts. Another volley of bullets slammed into the wall above me, sending concrete chips raining down on my shoulder. Whoever they were, they had good aim. Professional. Precise. "Who the hell are these guys?" Vargo growled. I didn't answer right away. Sicily was El Diablo's turf. Everyone knew that. But this? this wasn't his style. Diablo liked carnage. He liked theatrics. Explosions, blood in the streets, a clear message left behind like a calling card.

I called his name as I chased after him. He approached the silhouette I saw earlier, and the closer we got, the more I felt that something was about to go wrong. Suddenly, he punched the guy, knocking him down. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He exclaimed as he grabbed the guy's collar and pulled him up. Suddenly, as Crimson held onto the guy, he slowly started gaining colors. Crimson's warm colors merged with a light yellow color, kinda like Al's.

“Show yourself!” A shadow moves behind him. A hand bursts from the ivy and grabs the gun. The weapon twists and the butt smashes into Sergei’s nose. Blood gushes as he stumbles back, howling. Then I see him. Diablo steps out of the darkness like a ghost from a nightmare, his black suit blending into the night. His face is calm, too calm, but his eyes are blazing. He points the gun at Sergei, his voice cold. “Too easy.”

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

I asked him next. “During the ambush of the village, Guy was attacked, and during his struggle, a Dire wolf bit him. When the blood of the Dire wolf entered his system, it shifted his DNA—giving Guy powers of his own even though he was human. Their bloodline is obsolete. It can save a person from dying, but it can also resurrect someone from the dead or the spirit world. Cristina does not know what Guy's body looks like right now. She doesn't realize that he is human and his body over the years has decayed, which is the reason the blood will not work to bring him back physically. Yes, she will be able to see him in her dreams again because his spirit will awaken once again, but only she will

My eyes slowly narrowed to him, "Just TRUST ME, please." There was something lurking inside me, stirring for this moment, like it was bound to happen. I wasn't going to sit by anymore. I was going to fight, no matter what, I was going to fight to my dying breath before anyone could get close to my borders, and if they wanted a war, bring it on. "Damian, Diana, do you really think Crimson was dangerous? Elysium city is pouring out onto the forest, and the Alphas ruling over them, taking everything they can get their hands on. Soon enough the forests will disappear, and when that happens..."

He doubled over, giving me the perfect opening. I grabbed the knife from his hands and plunged it into his throat. Blood sprayed across my face as he crumpled to the ground, gurgling. I barely spared him a glance before turning back toward the battlefield—toward Damian. He was already moving, storming toward me like a force of nature, his gun taking down anyone who got in his way. I ran too, my legs burning with the effort. And then, finally, we met in the middle of the chaos.