Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

The air between us crackled, heavy with a charged energy that sent shivers down my spine. When we met in the middle, it felt as though the world had stopped. Around us, the crowd went silent, a hushed reverence falling over the festival. All eyes were on us. My breath hitched. I'd heard so many stories about him: Alpha Lysander Nightshade, leader of the largest and most fearsome pack. And now, before me, he stood, his eyes ablaze. He was the first to break the silence, his voice low and husky. "You're human."

] [The creature's body, which is roughly the size and structure of an adult human, is obscured by undulating deformations. [Crimson demons are disconcerting creatures. They are both intermediaries and destroyers, bringing the messages of demon lords and even Demon gods to the physical realm. Ironically, once their message is conveyed, they sometimes leave no one alive to propagate it.] [The Crimson Demon represents everything unlawful and violent. Despite playing a crucial role as a messenger, its destructive character constantly comes to the fore. The Crimson Demon descends and perceives any feeble life form as its adversary, with its cruel and persevering strike of the scarlet sun, inciner

Peter dropped his hands. “You found out more quickly than I expected. That my dear is smart.” Avery looked at him from head to toe, she put her hands on the trigger. “I don't mind blowing off your head. Who are you?” She asked him, her head spinning from what's going on. He only smiled and moved. “I promise you, I will shoot you if you don't stand still and start talking” she said to him already pulling the trigger. “My Name is Arthur Crimson. The leader of the Crimson Red. Nice to meet you.” He said stretching his hands out for a handshake.

I could be overdramatic about my appreciation if I— Behind me, a throat cleared. “Did someone say orgasm?” Oh shit. I yelped and whirled around, caught in the act. My face was probably a bright scarlet, and my eyes had to be as big as baseballs. And there stood the man from Gabby’s party. Brick Carmichael. Aka Black Crimson. “I accept,” he told me.

He was called Rem. As for the last two, I couldn’t stop the look of disgust that washed over my face. They were what their race called Ancient Ones. The red-haired one named Rakesh was nothing special, but his powers and abilities were waning, while the other… he was an interesting one. His name was Kayden, and he had Hunter blood, though was no longer a half-breed and was now a fully fleshed Ancient One.

"I was wondering, I stopped eating apples for years now, why don't I decide to get sick tomorrow and consult with you dad instead? Hmm? What do you think of that?" "Try to do something I don't like, I'll kill you right ahead." Collin gritted his teeth and spat those to Klyde, boring his eyes to his temple. "Why don't we chat for a bit more time? 'Cause I'm not in the mood to kill you yet, my big bro. I just reached the achievement I've been working for years now. Would you believe that? I saw that sneaky officer that used to work for me, he's actually taking care of that banshee blondie earlier, just this morning before I blew a boy's body." He maniacally chuckled, putting both of his hands

Mizu replied back, smiling, she was thankful they were more approachable than what she thought, and to this talkative guy. "Uh-huh, you're the youngest among us, oh wait... " Zhi eyes swift his gaze to the guy standing in the corner in a cross arm and on his own world. The other three followed his gaze as well. From a glance, he was extremely aloof. He was the top guy among them, who killed plenty. The weapon he used was a scimitar sword. His handsome features were also unparalleled to anybody. Black hair and black eyes are quite endearing, even his voice, "I don't want to play a fake team with a bunch of twerps." though he is straightforwardly rude.

Lucky to be alive, but then a cripple. He dragged himself back, looking to hide out with the small-time crooks he used to look down on. However, his 'shining achievements' were the talk of the town, and nobody wanted to shelter this total washout and walking disaster. He could not even find a spot in the lowest rungs of the criminal ladder.

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”