Guy Crimson Slime Novels & Stories

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.”

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

He could not even find a spot in the lowest rungs of the criminal ladder. The last anyone heard of Sebastian, he was a ghost of his former self, haunting the grimiest parts of the slums and docks. His clothes were rags, his leg a festering wound, and his mind a foggy mess. He clung to life in the filth, surviving on scraps and the pity of strangers. Whenever someone passed by, he would latch onto their sleeve, rambling and sometimes bursting into wild laughter or tears. "I am Sebastian Vitale! The lord of the Vitale house! Bow and kiss my ring, you insects!

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

“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.”

Not scratches. Symbols. One curved and glowing faintly silver - blue, the other jagged like a flame, pulsing a deep crimson that faded into gold at the edges. Her fingers traced them. The skin was sensitive but not painful, as if the sigils had always belonged to her. She pressed her face into the pillow, blushing so hard it almost hurt. She was alone in bed, but her body still buzzed like someone had whispered things she wasn’t ready to say out loud. A shiver slid down her spine. She needed to move, needed to shower, needed to stop thinking about the way her skin seemed to remember being touched.

The doubt on my face was evident as she gave a short laugh. “Yes. Let me explain,” I give her a nod, and she begins her proposal. “When we turn, everything heals and then stops aging. There are eggs still in the ovaries, but no communication between the organs to tell them to fertilize during intercourse. Hence, no menstruation. Introducing hormones could break the biochemical stasis. I have been testing the other Crimsonborn blood. For those that haven’t turned, it seems their blood has unusual levels of B1ND hormone. Higher than anything I’ve seen-”

“Hehehe… hahaha… hahahahahaha!!!” Gleaning Monster Cores appeared around him, as well as the destroyed bodies of what appeared to be crimson-looking monkeys—a striking variant of the Monkey Monsters and BigFoot Monsters The creatures had dark, crimson bodies covered in dirt. Now, their bodies were a chaotic mess, with their insides strewn about and cooked by the blistering heat of the area. “Looks like I made it in time!” The boy chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips as he spotted a crawling figure ahead. It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

Nakangiting pagpapaunlak ko at inalalayan si Crimson papasok sa entrance ng venue. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································