Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

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.

He must gather his thoughts after my abrasive declaration, “Before we hang up, I’m sorry I got the wrong idea about Crimson. If you believe in him, that’s good enough for me. I swear to the goddess though, if he hurts you in any way-“ “I would never hurt her!” Crimson growls, unable to stay quiet any longer. That must have been his breaking point because his hands wind around me and he pulls me impossibly close to him. His shoulders slanted in, blanketing me. “Crimson.” Hunji exhales. “You heard everything?” Crimson makes a gravelly noise in the back of his throat. “Understand I am just looking out for her. Nothing more, nothing less.” The tension is back. “You worry about your witch. I’ll w

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 Their bloodline is obsolete.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

I looked deeply into Crimson's eyes, pools of fiery determination, and found solace in his unwavering support. "But how, Crimson?" I questioned, my voice trembling with a mixture of regret and uncertainty. "How can I right the wrongs I have done? How can I heal the pain I have caused?" Crimson's presence strengthened, his ethereal form growing brighter within my mind. "The path to redemption lies in your actions," he explained, his voice infused with a pearl of wisdom. "Show Shea the depths of your remorse, and let your actions speak louder than any words can convey.”

There's only so much repentance could cleanse when it comes to a matter of karma. Karma caught up with him way too easily but fortunately he's got a son who is so eager to make the retributions for him. I would make sure Louen gets some moral teaching on carrying on the sins of ones father. "Good morning" Crimson's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and it was then I realized I had squeezed the life out of the orange I was holding. It hit me yesterday how much danger I was exposing Crimson to by pursuing a love relationship with her, she was already in enough danger for being my sister.

He's ashamed to show his ugly face to the public. Damn! I can't believe that I actually believe those rumors! Ugly, who? This guy in front of me is SUPER HANDSOME!! He's tall and masculine. He had a look uncommon to most people. His eyes were mesmerizing blue like an ocean. He has a thick natural eyebrows, which sloped downwards in a cold and serious expression. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite, as if sculpted by a famous artist. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.

Turning forward again, she asked, “Who’s Black Crimson?” I shook my head. “No one knows. He’s the city’s famous—or maybe I should say infamous—graffiti artist. He only works in black, white, and red spray paint, and all his masterpieces usually depict some kind of meaningful message. They’re signed B.C., which is how he became dubbed Black Crimson.” Isobel wrinkled her nose. “I’m sure B and C are for the initials in his name, not for the colors in which he works.”

I wondered what the fuck her mind would be doing right now if she knew what I was doing. My brain halted in its tracks as I took in the well-dress black suit presence of Critsy walking in with two guards by his side in matching suits. His long red hair that went just passed his ears had to be taking all of the other guests by surprise but still there he stood. We made eye contact and I waited for him to look away in anger as he’d been for so long knowing I’d killed his companions but instead today he gave me a nod and smile then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it himself. My entire body exploded into goosebumps and I knew, the Crimson Priestess had struck again. This was why he was h

It was angry, alive, burning. The silence shattered with a guttural roar — deep, rough, a bellow that carried focused intent. This wasn't some aimless roamer drifting through the wastes. This thing had power. Elemental power. From the shadows, it stepped out. Bigger than any roamer they'd fought. Broad - shouldered, muscles twitching under charred, cracked skin. Veins like molten rivers pulsed beneath the surface, glowing crimson with a heat that warped the air. Flames licked along its arms, alive and hungry.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal