Guy Crimson Slime Novels & Stories

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

Crimson announced, her eyes and voice filled with pride. "What?" Tyramon said tears filling her eyes. "So the decision is up to you," Crimsonsaid. "Crimson!!" I yelled, when I couldn't bear to see the tear in Tyramon's eyes. I didn't bring her here to suffer. "What?" Crimson yelled back. "You are crossing the line," I said, moving close to me. "I will show you I haven't even crossed the line yet," Crimson walked past me, she went straight to Tyramon, raised her from her chair, and slapped her across the face.

Nancy was going over a few beast-type magical creatures, discussing their rankings and abilities. "Slime, class-pawn creatures, rank at the bottom of the food chain. Slimes can stretch their body to unbelievable shapes, sizes, and have different abilities depending on the color. For example, Green Slime can excrete acid. Blue Slimes are water-based while Red Slimes are fire-based." Ms. Nancy had them open their books; on the page to the left was the picture of the different colored slimes, with information written on the bottom.

And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled. She should’ve expected this. She’d burned the offer. Now he’d returned the favor — with fire of his own. Her office door creaked. It was Amy. “Attorney? There’s someone here to see you.” “I’m not taking meetings today.” “I think you’ll want this one.” Neera sighed. “Who is it?” Amy hesitated. Then she said, “He said his name is… K.R.” Every muscle in her body went still. She turned.

"You see, I am the alpha in the pack. You are supposed to be my Luna. I know that you are confused and upset right now. I am sorry about that. But you need to understand. Ryder is an outsider. Unless he is turned, the pack will kill him on sight. That is just how it works. If they smell human scents on you as part of your scent and your brother's they will kill you both. I won't let that happen. There is going to be a full moon tonight. You, tell me what you want to do? I will kill him or I will bite him and change him. He may die anyway. Your brother is not a strong child. But he has a better chance that way. Becoming a wolf may save his life. If he lives he will become strong like the othe

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV

Chris grunted. Ignoring Chris's whining, "I know where our stolen shipments are." "What, how?" He put a long silver case on the table. Inside the case were various weapons intricately designed. "I take pride in introducing something revolutionary for the Crimson Clan, Gen-CW01. Genetically coded weapons developed by yours truly. These are prototypes but efficient nevertheless." We were in awe. "When did you have time to do this?" "Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something."

Silas purposed and grabbed my hands in his as he pulled me along with him as we walked through blankets upon blankets till we got to the side of a wide pool, already quite far from the whole buzzing aura. This spot holding a serene touch, the water, calm as ever looked orange like as it reflected the shape and colour of the sun perfectly. Silas released my fingers and went off to the make shift stalls positioned around this part of the surrounding. He walked back to me with a blanket clutched under his armpit and a bag of chips along with two carton of drinks. The sun reflecting beautifully on his skin, making him appear like he possessed a special kind of glow which managed to make him look

No, they touched down like cats do, quietly and wrongly. Through the haze, the Crimson Armada showed up, full on. There had to be fifty of them, maybe more. Sleek dark leather armor, pale skin like marble, and eyes that burned with a sharp, blood-red glow. Their bodies moved with this twitchy, awful speed, like predators on a bad speed setting, locked onto prey. In front of it all stood a tall vampire, all aristocratic posture, gripping a wicked, curved scythe. He drew in that freezing air, his red gaze snapping straight to where we were hiding.

Catherine replies. Catherine begins to chant loud, drawing more red inky smoke from the Orb which thickens over the clearing. The color on the faces on the two women beside her drains as she draws power from them to fuel the magic. “Blood magic? Stop her!” Lord Bail screams. The cold ones obey without reservation, throwing themselves into the thick depths of the red inky smoke as they try to reach for the witches. Their screams of pain ring out loud as the magic cause their bodies to rot fast and wither off.