Novel & Cerita Iron Man Armored Adventures Crimson Dynamo

An army of visible translucent spirits stood with a storm wind, and they were like the colours of ice in the distance. Before them was an army of bloodstones all in red gleaming armours made from red diamond, and in the lead was Vivian, Janice, Hannah, and Dena.

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.

Author/Narrator: Good evening, some of you may not know how to pronounce the character's name of Crimson's Game. This chapter will contain the list of the characters, their relation, and also their background. I will include the chapters where the characters appeared or mentioned. Main Characters: • Archaios Sarmiento, 43 (Arkeyos Sarmiento). Code Name: Hellios. Manslayer 002, one of the Legion's member who holds the highest-ranking position. Member of the Noblest Triad. Becomes the Chairman of Anonymous. Eldest of Chief Olivier Sarmiento and Delilah Sarmiento.

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.

“You’re not going to hurt me. You’re not going to hurt Gran. You’re not going to hurt anyone. It’s just not in your nature.” Rising to the challenge, I flashed my teeth and crowded into her space just enough to force her to back up and actually get her to widen her eyes. “You sure about that, Mayhem? Maybe your spray-painting idol wouldn’t hurt anyone. But I’m not Black Crimson. I’m the son of a fucking murderer.”

Far away, a single violin string quivered, then held, a drawn breath waiting to be spent. Dracula let my wrist go. The room exhaled. “Very well,” he said, voice soft enough to make the hair at my nape lift. “You want a choice? I will give her one.” He stepped back once, hands at his sides, the dark around him drawing closer like a cloak. His eyes were no longer crimson; they were something colder, a winter metal polished too bright. “Evelyn,” he said without looking away from Elias, “ask yourself which of us is lying to you.”

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

The three men, Crown Prince Raul, Ivor, and Chief Warrior Walther, were already waiting in the grand office, when finally, Alpha Jack arrived. The man beamed, happiness radiating from his face, and his eyes remained glued to Amanda, who walked beside him. The mark was clearly visible in the crook of his neck, just as it was on Amanda’s, displayed by the open neckline of her dress. Raul and Ivor swallowed hard at this overt exhibition of pure joy and contentment.

"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."

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."