Ragna Crimson Wallpaper Novels & Stories

He went to his room and I opened my new room. I opened the door to my room. It made absolutely no noise. This new room was nothing like my last one. That one was lived in and cosy, this one was so perfect that it looked like a showpiece, which I didn't want to break. I took a few minutes to take a tour of my new room closing the door behind me. This room was not as big as the room I was kept in last night but it was rather lovely. The whole room had wooden flooring and all walls were painted white. There was a study table painted blue with a silver lamp on it, and a big light pink bookshelf beside it. On the chair a bag was kept, it was a plane blue, most probably to carry my books. There wa

The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing. The door swings in and immediately dim red lights glow from the ceiling, the black walls drink the light. They are chains hanging from the ceiling. Then I saw many other things. Whips, paddles, strange metal toys line shelves. A large wooden X-frame stands in one corner. In the center, a suspension rig with rings and cuffs. They are mirrors on every wall so I see myself from all sides. The room is exactly what I think it is. I would be bare soon and weak. The room smells of leather and oil. My belly falls and my knees tremble.

The next day, [Rina P.O.V] The ceiling was the first thing I saw - the familiar, polished oak beams of the Ignis bungalow. My chest felt like it had been hollowed out and filled with jagged glass, every shallow breath sparking a dull, throbbing heat behind my ribs. The taste of copper was still thick on my tongue, a grim reminder of the crimson I’d painted onto the library marble. I forced myself upright, my vision swimming. I didn't reach for water; I reached for my wand.

Catherine commands. Selene and another witch carries Brea between them and enter into the rift with some other witches even as Lord Bail screams in indignation and the cold ones throw themselves to their death inside the red smokescreen in huge droves. The rift closes as the last witch enters. The red smoke begins to recede slowly until it is just a few meters around Catherine, revealing the drained bony dead bodies of six witches on the floor beside her, and the two still standing beside her quivering hard in exertion.

Nora waved and was out of the room before they could ask her about food. Back in the boys' room, they had just finished unpacking and settling into the huge bedroom. The red walls filled the room with dread, one that doesn't sit well with Jamie, as if painting the walls red wasn't creepy enough, they had spread the beds with red sheets, the floor held a tick red rug, the only black colored furniture in the room was the sofas and the table.

~Alyce/Faelyn~ Our shopping trip had been pretty successful. Rian had decided on a split theme, wanting the ceiling and top quarter of his walls to be the night sky and the rest of his walls to look like the forest. So we had picked up all kinds of paint, including some glow in the dark and black light reactive paint to make that happen. We had also found the perfect forest green rug to go on his floor.

So, I tentatively sip the water, holding his formidable gaze. "What did you want to discuss?" I ask uncomfortably. I can still hardly believe the Alpha drugged me and brought me into this small, strange room. The furniture choice in here is awfully bizarre. The walls are a shade darker than blood red, with paintings placed upon them that depict graphic aspects of the human body in strange positions. Carran doesn’t seem like the kind of person to enjoy this kind of stuff just by the look of him. Honestly, he’s rather generic in appearance.

Though dusty, it's still looks incredible. His choice of furniture and the wallpaper is exquisite. The glass table is neatly placed on a square fluffy red carpet, around it is two set corner seats. Everything is red though, the curtains, the sofas, even the glass table has red flowers embedded on it, is it because he's a demon? Maybe.

“You killed Conor.” Darkness carried her sight pass her room to another one on tbe farther end. The moment the door opened, Vanilla was stunned, her eyes almost bulging out of her eyes. She had excepted to see a dark room with dark paintings and dull colors, what she didn't expect to see was an interior of cherry red wall, Golden chandelier, A king sized bed with a cherry red colored Quilt, the room was large. On the other side of the wall, there was a huge painting of a woman dressed like a queen, she had dark hair, dark eyes and a pale face, but Vanilla had never seen her kind of beauty before, it was like a dark Angel descending from the sky.

I stopped when the candle flames stopped before a large throne, ignoring the throne in a wave of crimson fire. “The everlasting Crimson fire,” Madraya whispered, her eyes ablaze with wonder. “Bless my heart, Oh moon goddess. I can’t believe it.” I took a deep breath, walking closer to the room, my eyes dancing across the walls lined with tapestries depicting generations of Crimson-like wolves, their triumphs, and their sacrifices. I stopped at the center, where the crimson throne that seemed to be made of everlasting molten lava sat, its edges crafted to perfection, never melting.