Resident Evil Crimson Head Novels & Stories

The hooded, amorous hitman? “No way!” I hissed, slapping a hand to my forehead as I remembered the dude I’d run into. Hey, creepy stranger. You got a little white stuff. Right here. It had been paint I’d seen on him. White spray paint. And hadn’t I caught mists of red and black on his hands when he’d given me my cheese? “Whoa,” I breathed. Black Crimson had not picked up my grandma’s package of apology cheese for me, had he?

I wondered what the fuck her mind would be doing right now if she knew what I was doing. My brain halted in its tracks as I took in the well-dress black suit presence of Critsy walking in with two guards by his side in matching suits. His long red hair that went just passed his ears had to be taking all of the other guests by surprise but still there he stood. We made eye contact and I waited for him to look away in anger as he’d been for so long knowing I’d killed his companions but instead today he gave me a nod and smile then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it himself. My entire body exploded into goosebumps and I knew, the Crimson Priestess had struck again. This was why he was h

Chapter 55 Subtitle: she is pregnant. "Ramos do you have what I've asked for?" Kevin asked. The guard nodded and handed him a tray with several keys and remotes on them, Kevin took the tray and handed it to Crimson. "These are for you, you don't have one yourself so I got you these instead, if you don't like any of them we can always change them." Kevin said, Crimson was confused, what was he talking about? She quietly took the first remote on the tray and pressed a random key on it, a flashy black car parked along with five other cars honked.

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."

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

she confidently stated but this time, Zitrey coughed plenty of blood. Later on, an iron bat hit her head, instantly fresh blood flows through her new wound. She starts to hear a deafening ring on her head and her vision becomes hazy. The masked-guy thought, ‘The Crimson Blade I know is ruthless killer, not this caring individual.’ “You can’t fool me.” ….….. “What am I doing here?” Ezikiel said while videoing live the event through his smartphone. Views are reaching 50k in just almost an hour of airing and it was viewed all over the Hesteria. The comments corner is flooded by audiences' opinions.

But that was the problem, you’d never really know if a vampire had the mind’s-eye or not, it was not as if it was written on their forehead. I was already walking across the vast room that led to the main door when someone appeared in front of me. I focused my vision of the adjudicators face. At first I did not recognize her but then it occurred to me. It was the same vampire that had knocked me out at the time I fought those tyrants “You…” “You need to be with higher authority clearance to exit the building.” Her voice was bold yet she wore a malicious smirk on her face. “What does that even mean?” ‘I could just push her aside and pass—’

I wrinkled my nose, trying not to gag in disgust. The previous vampires didn't smell this bad, they just smelled different. The human part of me whispered something was wrong, and the vampire part of me started stretching the fangs out. They took off their sunglasses, lifting their faces to stare at us, and I noticed their eyes had faint rings of red around the pupils. If they stood in the dark, I'm sure their freaky red eyes would glow like burning charcoals. "The turned ones," I gasped in alarm. "Huh?" Cammie said.

"If the crystal was designated to be used by just anyone, then it would have been stolen a long time ago, don't you think?" She took out a knife and cut her palm, letting the blood flow into an opening at the top of the crystal. As soon as it had drunk its fill of her blood, the crystal levitated into the air and glowed red. The red colour of the crystal encompassed all of our surroundings, turning the world around us red. Soon, the once-invisible figures of our assailants became visible. Grotesque-looking humanoid creatures that looked like sorry imitations of werewolves. They looked nothing like actual werewolves.

“Lame, you started this game but you gave up first.” Latina slumped on the floor. She lifted her head to see the freshly killed body in front of her. The man’s skull was severed and almost smashed into pieces. His facial features were busted. The living room was a mess. Bloodstains and broken glasses were everywhere. Latina felt refreshed for a while until her gaze caught a glimpse of gushing blood out of the man’s head. It was a vivid red liquid with a metallic smell flowing out. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. She had an urge to slurp down the red juice for a moment. Her thirst was contaminated by the horrible scene that flashed in her mind.