Diablo Vs Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

From weapons to Soul-Weapons, Creed learned several things about the mechanics of Glitch. Since it was an open conference, questions were put up as well. Doubts were cleared, misconceptions were addressed, and myths were broken. However, Creed realized that some things that were considered wrong are actually true. Especially about Soul Crystals. If he told people that his golden ring can turn Soul-Crystal into a beast, people would call him a maniac.

On the back of his shirt, I saw a line of printed words - "Grey Hound Delivery". "What's up, Dylan?" The young man rubbed his hands together and smiled at the head soldier. "I had better days, Damian." The head soldier named Dylan said. "I've heard of it. Alpha Dire was stabbed. You must be exhausted looking for that girl." The young sturdy man named Damian said. Dylan spat and said, "Fuck. All the matches are canceled. I can't even bet on you to make some extra money for cigarettes these days."

he introduces next, letting me meet the only other girl in the room whose beauty was so intense it nearly left me breathless. With long straight blood red hair and striking silver eyes that lit up the dark makeup around them, I took in every inch of her perfectly shaped face. Her black painted lips quickly pulling into a seductive smirk as she caught my gaze lingering, and I couldn't help but give her the same smirk in return. "Damian." Beau continues, introducing another man with the same build as him but with opposite features. Damian, unlike Beau, was covered in tattoos with pitch black hair and dark red eyes, that made me feel a mixture of both intrigue yet unsettled. Crimson's eyes were

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

I asked as we walked out of the office, "who's fighting tonight?" "The new guy," Sigmund replied. "Goes by the name Crimson. Filipino. Apparently, he was a victim of illegal recruitment." Sigmund clicked his tongue. "Doesn't look like he'll win, though. His opponent is Flame." A grin slowly formed on my lips. "You never know, Sigmund," I said. "Maybe he'll end up like me. Beginner's luck." Sigmund shook his head with a laugh. "You weren't lucky, boss. You were just strong."

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.