Ragna Crimson Wallpaper Novels & Stories

I ask, clutching his arm unconsciously, "They're so big!" "To the other rooms," he says frankly, "that's the only way to get there. "Wow," I look up at the beautiful chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling, noticing the mural painted above me. It's of wolves in the forest, hunting a bunch of humans. But the strange thing about them is that the human's eyes are red, bright like the green eyes of werewolves but a different color. They are really scary and intimidating, sending a recognition into my chest. I've... seen those eyes before.

Just like the exterior, black dominated the interior decoration of the living room with a little touch of silver that made it appear royal and enhanced its luxurious look. The floor length windows were hidden behind a thick silky black curtain and the chairs were organized properly at the center of the living room. He began making his way up the spiral structured stairs and I followed his lead. We arrived at a secluded hallway with three doors being the occupants of the wing and i could guess the rooms belonged to him and Esmeralda and the other one? Remained a mystery. He opened one of the doors that revealed her room and I narrowed my eyes at the strange color. All my seven years I've only

Servers dressed in black moved around, offering champagne and appetizers, while a stage awaited the host's arrival at the opposite end of the space, ready to commend all the attendees for their presence. “This is beautiful,” I inhaled deeply, my focus fixated on an enigmatic masterpiece adorning the distant wall. It was an ethereal and captivating painting, unlike any my eyes had ever beheld. From afar, I could discern its essence, a mesmerizing fusion of crimson and ebony brushstrokes giving life to a tormented woman, her piercing screams resonating as she desperately clawed at her flesh. To some, it may appear disturbing, but beneath the surface, it encapsulated the very essence of our exi

It was eerie, and it made the hairs at the back of my neck stand straight. He said he was not going to feast on me, but why had I been brought here? And why had I been left here for a whole day? I rubbed my eyes, looking at my surroundings and taking in the rather eccentric design of the bedroom. The walls were lined with crimson tapestries that looked like they were woven from the entrails of some mythical creature. The floor was made of black obsidian stones, and they were polished to a high shine, reflecting the eerie red light that emanated from the walls.

I spurn her around and pushed her against the wall, a little more forcefully than I had wanted to and was about to take advantage of the situation that had been offered to me when the door banged open letting in the loud music from downstairs and harsher light from the corridor into the room. ''What the fuck.'' I snapped at whoever had just opened the door. The redhead had been okay and I had been having a bit of a moment before the interruption. '' I'm sorry I -- I --I'' the girl standing in the doorway stammered. She was hot. With dark curly long hair, wide eyes and her extremely short tube gown did nothing to hide her fabulous legs and awesome cleavage. Why the hell was a girl that hot so

Coral was already making my skin itch, the telltale sign she’s ready and not taking no for an answer. “Sure I just need a robe,” I said, turning toward her. I blinked and we were in a bedroom, hers? It was yellow like her cute dress, and there was an insane amount of artwork on the walls. Bright and colorful, and I actually recognized one as Salvador Dali. Kind of hard to forget naked women posing to form a skull but it was intriguing no less. “Here you go. You can change in there,” she offered, handing me a pretty lavender colored robe with white flowers.

The door clicked behind her with a quiet finality. Jenna turned, expecting darkness—but instead, the room was bathed in deep, seductive crimson. The walls were padded in rich red leather, the lighting low and glowing like embers. Chains hung from steel hooks in the corners, cuffs and velvet ropes arranged neatly on a black cabinet. An array of tools—some she couldn’t name, others she wished she couldn’t recognize—lined one wall like weapons. The air was warmer here. Heavy with scent. Musk. Power. Him.

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.

A wide rectangular room with a Grey wallpaper that has cactus rose colored swirlings on it. My feet move forward without my command, taking in the decorations of the room. Don't know which is big between this room and the one back home. Wind blows the cream colored satin curtains that cover the open balcony. Whistling in the fresh smell of the vines and wet tress.... Vines?

People in the same black clothing passed by occasionally, bowing their head as they moved on. The Crimson Wolf stopped in front of a room and pulled a second set of keys out of his pocket. This door was different than the rest. It was a wooden frame with a stained-glass middle. He placed the selected one in the door and turned the handle, allowing Waverly to step into the room. Inside, a queen-sized bed sat atop a lofted area, facing a window that looked out into the town. The walls were bare and there was no other furniture occupying the space except a small circular table with a letter.