Ragna Crimson Wallpaper Novels & Stories

It was locked. Rana opened her bag and took out her keys. She unlocked the red door and went inside. There's a trick to the color of their door. It appeared red from the outside but it's painted black inside. Rana closed the door and called Julienne. "Jules! I'm back." She said in loud voice. No one answered her. "Where are you? Are you in?" She looked around the room. The walls of their apartment were painted white. And contrary to the antique and vintage room that Rana housed in her shop and Julienne working in the museum, their apartment is mostly modern except a quarter where they threw in their vintage and antique ideas.

“Thank you.” He led the way and I followed behind him into the house. My mouth fell wide open when I got into the living room. It was big and was painted blue. Lots of wallpapers were pasted on the wall, some were those of the Late King Lukas. Some were of Alpha Everett, and some were of some great werewolves that I couldn’t recognize. I stared at the one of Alpha Everett and sighed. *How can he be so handsome and calm here but have a bloody personality in reality?*

It’s a bit dim, only the ocherous light emitted by the lamp on either side of the wall gave way for me to see. I looked at each picture. And after three or four pictures I surveyed, I realized they are the wedding pictures of those sacrificed women and the Alpha they are married to—considering I’ve seen Melissa and Jason’s at the dead end part of the hall. The walls are in bloody red color with rose prints on the wallpaper. This looks like Dracula’s house like the one that I’ve seen in various adaptation movies. I gasped. “Wait, if there are werewolves, then there are also vampires?!” I tried so hard to cover my mouth so that I will not end up unleashing nonsense alarming shrills.

Ronan groaned rolling his eyes. I blinked. "Uh… what’s wrong with flowers?" "Thank you! Cora.. Unlike some people, Cora appreciates beauty." She eyes Rona playfully. I followed Selene through series of stairs until we stopped in front of a door. "Tada!" She exclaimed opening the door. The moment I stepped in.. I froze. The room was beautiful. Damn beautiful! The walls were painted a soft silver , the bedding was a deep blue that looked so beautiful. The curtains matched the beddings and there was a soft rug which covered the wooden floor.. and across the room was a bookshelf filled with books I hadn’t read yet caught my attention immediately.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

"Come, I'll show you your room and where you can freshen up before dinner." I followed her down a narrow hallway to a small but charming room. A simple bed with a quilted blanket sat against one wall, and a wooden wardrobe stood in the corner. A single window overlooked the busy streets below. "Take your time," Rana said, laying a hand on my shoulder. "Dinner will be ready soon." Left alone, I set her sack down and moved to the window. I peered out into the lively streets, watching the lanterns bob in the breeze and the people striding with

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.

His thumb brushed her lower lip. The door swung inward, and Elena’s breath caught. The room beyond was bathed in deep, warm tones, crimson walls, soft amber lighting, and furniture that was as elegant as it was suggestive. A king-sized bed with satin restraints coiled at the corners like sleeping serpents. Everything looked precise, curated and controlled. Elena’s heart pounded. “Ryan… is this…” “My red room.” Ryan stepped behind her, his breath warm against her ear. She took a hesitant step inside, eyes darting over every detail. It was beautiful, but there was a heat to it, something that made her shiver in anticipation.

Rose looked around the room, taking the opportunity now that she was yet to be seen to scan the room and people. Tina had done wonders to the room, painting the ballroom with different mixtures of black, white, silver, gold and little bits of blood red. The outreached half wall, decorated with circular small mirrors was painted a deep red. The rest of the walls were each painted a different colour from the four colours.

Scarlett’s POV Red room. A haven of temptation. Cloaked in shades of crimson so deep they seemed to bleed desire Heavy red velvet drapes framed the walls. The dim glow of a crystal chandelier spilled down like liquid gold. At the center, a majestic bed stood, whispering elegance and sin. On the far wall, a gilded mirror stretched nearly floor to ceiling, reflecting two figures mingling in tantalizing heat. Everything was whispering one thing to me. Surrender.