Resident Evil Crimson Head Novels & Stories

He calmly rises from the floor and lets his form take over him fully before looking straight at the woman and speaks, “Thank you for telling me the answer yourself.” Ophelia stares in horror at the face of the human, stumbling back in shock. She looks into the red eyes, staring at her with murderous intention. She is even more horrified when she sees his whole face. Black cracks are spread all over his face, much like the face of a cracked China doll, his hair no longer blonde but black.

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.

“I was already doing it, you did not have to yank it off me!” Lev says nothing. His rough hand pushes the heavy door open wide. Then he shoves me hard inside. I stumble. Yelp. The box is small. Dark red walls. Two soft chairs. A low table with a bottle and one glass. Half full. Blood red liquid. And a man. His back is to me. Shirtless. Skin pale like snow. Tattoos cover every inch. Black ink. Wolves. Knives. Skulls. Snowflakes. In the middle, huge, the Morozov crest. The same wolf.

When I glance up to the nurse, I say proudly, "This one I am calling Eric the second." She turns and smiles at me with those deep red lips and a thought runs through my head about something I remembered. Vampires are pale in comparison, and they also have lips that are crimson because they are stained by the blood of their victims. Looking back down at my pup, fear starts to ebb in the back of my head as I realize that I am in the company of our mortal enemies.

The smirk still on Maydor’s face, twists into a mocking smile “Maybe if she is lucky, Tomislav will claim her as his.” I see claws protrude from Crimson’s hands. His skin begins to heat to a deep shade of red. At first, I thought it was his anger making him flush, but as I look closer, I see his skin is actually changing – morphing. A thin sheen of crimson fur begins to coat his bare arms and his ears become pointy.

They turned. Rhea stood there, her head lowered. Her hair hung wild over her face, hands trembling. Slowly, she lifted her head. Her eyes glowed crimson. Not violet. Not purple. Pure, consuming red. Alder’s voice broke in a whisper. “Oh gods… he’s inside her.” Rhea—no, Khaenat—smiled. The Crimson Vessel had awakened. ---

“I did. When I first saw Crimson, it came to me. I saw a man with dark skin, like the bark on the trees. He was smiling down, a needle in his hand. He looked like Kolby Crimson but darker and it left me with a feeling of evil. “The man in my vision was powerful… a witch. In that same vision flashes of a ruby-red stone appeared to me. The dark man held it like he was happy to possess it, plucking it from a gold crown.” I shoved my chair back, the feet scraping along the floor as I did so. “And you think the stone you saw in the vision is one of the magic ones?” Morgan nods her head at me, standing from Hunji’s lap, “I do and after Rhett told us the crown was stolen, I’m thinking they are one