Guy Crimson Slime Novels & Stories

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Taking hold of the Grimalkin whose whole body begins to glow – fighting off the magic that is slowly going to kill him. “Not today fucker! Not my mate!” Cries a familiar voice, the swoosh of a sword meeting flesh could be heard and the shadows that constricted Crimson fell away. Senko's head slides from his shoulders. His body slumped off the beast and onto the thin blanket of snow. His head rolled across the blood-soaked ground and landed at Crimson's feet. “Who is that?” Lyric says in awe. “I like her.” “Tawny!” Crimson calls out, now shifted, and rushes to her side as she plows her short sword into the skull of the beast. “The boys… you…”

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

"But as I said, as long as a relative of mine is still alive, we are not oblige to do so. Thanks to Mamang Turiya." "Who is that?" "My grandfather's cousin." "So, what now?" "You understand right, that I came here not to make you propose to me or something? I came here because I am finding something, as what I said, the Vermilion. The one thing that could stop the Malignobons. And I believe if l could find it, we will not get oblige to stick to each other forever anymore. There's a story that our ancestors had told us. It's about the Vermilion. Once found, it would grant the catcher to have two wishes. I promise you once I find it, one of those wishes that I will make is to break the treaty

The deafening roar of the storm outside could not drown out the wet, ragged gasps coming from the shattered concrete floor near the loading bay. The final Marcone hitman—the one who had tried to flee into the fog—hadn't made it far. He lay collapsed against a stack of moldering naval pallets, his legs pinned under the debris. His tactical mask was torn, revealing a pale, terrified face covered in sweat and grime. Blood leaked rhythmically from a jagged tear in his thigh, bubbling with every shallow breath he took.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

“That sounds so corny!” Laughing along, I couldn’t help but shake my head in amusement. “When you say it like that, yes… yes, it sounds corny.” Still heartily laughing, Max wrapped his free hand around my neck and pulled me closer. Our bodies touched, which resulted in a wave of hot and cold flashes all over. It was like we were stuck between two oceans. Only instead of water, it was blood, and within that blood was a mixture of fire and ice. Such a union had never taken place before, so I had no way of knowing what would happen, but now I could sense it. Our bloodlines were mixed, and I had no doubts Max would find new powers to learn and control with training and patience.

Groaning, he turned to grab his quill again and aimed to finish the task sooner, as his curiosity grew with each tick of the clock. Smoke rushed out from the mouth of the guards, escaping like vine tendrils while she laughed wickedly. The white fox strutted behind her back as she inhaled the smoke, absorbing the magic that she got from sucking out the life force from the three men guarding her orb crystal—three men that was once alive and now dead. "Can you feel it Olivia?," she exclaimed, eyes wide as she stared into nothingness, completely lost with the extreme dark pleasure she got from the dead.

pushing Alice away from that place who was trying to peek. Just after they leave, the Guy raised his arm upward as if he was trying to reach something in the air. Then, feeling the silence and cold air, he laughed maniacally. “All was according to my plan. I will never let you escape Crimson Blade! Now that you are already on the grasped in my hand.”

The house froze in incomprehensible expectation. Fear. They were held back by fear. Yarsi felt pressure from above and quickly raised his head. The entire ceiling was covered in thick black slime. The elastic, quivering substance slowly rolled, either merging into a solid carpet, or breaking up into separate clots, shaped like the outlines of human bodies. Somewhere under a thick layer of mucus, dim crimson spots were visible, located side by side in twos. They rolled along with clumps stretching out like heads. Eyes.