Guy Crimson Slime Novels & Stories

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.

Crimson let out a sharp, pathetic grunt, stumbling backward into a row of wooden chairs as thick crimson blood instantly sprayed from his nostrils, covering his mouth and chin. He snarled, his eyes flashing a dangerous, bright amber as his inner wolf violently pushed to the surface, and he lunged back at me in a blind rage. We crashed hard into the solid stone wall, a brutal, chaotic scuffle breaking out as the other Alphas jumped out of their chairs to get out of the way. Crimson managed to get a tight grip on the lapels of my jacket, trying to use his weight to throw me down to the floor, but I quickly caught him by the throat, using my momentum to slam him hard against the massive stone p

His voice was barely audible. “They’re lying…” He gasped painfully. “You have to—” The crimson light exploded again. Victor screamed. His body arched backward unnaturally before he slowly stood. When he looked up again… His eyes were crimson once more. The Crimson One smiled. “What an inconvenience.” Lucian’s expression darkened. “He’s still in there.” The Crimson One shrugged. “Barely.” Amara’s heart tightened. Despite everything Victor had done… Part of him was still fighting.

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

With over 14 points of saturation points, he had sufficient physical strength. He went to his room and open the big freezer and put all the dead bugs inside. That would stop the bodies from rotting before he extracted the usable ingredients from them. He then opened his sling bag and put all the gray-colored crystal on his bed. These soul crystals were the manifestation of the elemental affinity of beasts, the low-level beast in purple-bushes commonly had an affinity to Earth Elements. He had earned 4 gray-crystals from today's scouting. "Ah, Shit... NOT again!" Creed's hair stood up as he noticed something frightening.

But her small hands reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candle downstairs. Blood smeared the walls, a crimson trail leading to the shattered front door. And then she saw it. A figure loomed in the shadows, its eyes glowing like embers. Its claws dripped with blood, and its growl rumbled like a predator savoring its kill. Lysandra’s legs gave out, her small frame collapsing to the floor. The creature turned to her, its lips curling back to reveal sharp, glistening fangs.

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

"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."