Resident Evil Crimson Head Novels & Stories

“Return to your territories and remember this: the threat is close, unseen but ever-present. Remain vigilant. Danger may rise from the shadows or beneath the moonlight. And when he finally comes to us, his suffering will only begin. He will not be spared. You are dismissed.” Without another word, the alphas stood, urgency evident in every movement as they rushed to leave Ulmarakyn territory. Varyon rose as well, and I followed, my heart heavy. As we passed, my gaze lingered on the lifeless body, the severed head lying mere steps away. The sight was unbearable. Nausea surged up my throat. Varyon’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me close, shielding me from the horror. Her warmth clashed violen

"When I found it, it was still alive, but barely. Someone or something had ripped its throat out and left it for dead. I discovered 'her' lying along the river. Silverish gray fur, and bipedal with dark red eyes. Instead of taking the risk of her healing, I ripped her head off." Susi strolled over to a chest I missed when I walked in. She popped the locks and the stink of death and rot slapped me. Ethan gagged and spiraled to face the wall as she carried the head of an old woman over to me, plopping it onto my desk. I mouthed a sarcastic "thanks" as clotted blood trickled onto my cherry oak workspace. She snickered, plopped her behind back into her seat.

Crimson declared with determination. That evening, Crimson made his way to the Queen's Courtyard, resolved to locate Elizabeth Everheart and confront her at last. However, upon reaching her office, he was surprised to find a different woman with dark hair and eyes sitting at the desk—the very same woman who claimed to have discovered Cleo in the cemetery. “Elizabeth is not here,” Sapphire Everheart replied in a cold tone. Crimson wondered what he had done to deserve that chilling reception. “Where is she?” he asked, unable to conceal the irritation he felt.

Nakakaloko ang ngising nasa mukha niya habang binibitawan ang mga salitang iyon. “The original plan was we would let you live. But, there's just something in you that I don't like.” Dagdag pa ni Crimson. Napaluha na lamang si Calista habang patuloy pa rin sa pag-atras. “But then again, good job, pet.” Crimson uttered and shot her in the head. Nangibabaw ang lakas ng putok ng baril. Sandali pang katahimikan ang nanaig bago muling magsalita si Crimson.

My heart fluttered and my breath caught in my lungs at the thought of how his ‘were’ form was just as handsome as his human form. His claws dug into the rogue's neck and, with one swipe, tore it wide open. The rogue went limp and I watched in awe as Crimson leaned over the dead rogue, his fur shimmered to a bright yellow and back to the deep hue of red right as the rogue gasped for his last breath before dying. “Crimson!” I called out to him, coming to my senses, wondering what it was I had just seen. This night was full of strangeness.

When they took out the object that was in the bag, I wanted to vomit so much. It was a decapitated man's head. You could say that she was still fresh with blood still flowing, but what caught my attention was her eyes.His pupils were red and the rest was black. Oh no, they killed a giant! "So you probably understood what he is, but do you know who he is, Your Majesty? By intuition that I hoped was false, I knew exactly who this man was. I swallowed and asked who he was.

She had to make it. The navigation system, its holographic display a fragmented map of the city's ruins, flickered erratically as they approached the Crimson Zone's perimeter. The pulsating red line, marking the boundary, seemed to writhe, to pulse with an unnatural energy. The air grew heavy, thick with a sense of dread, a real weight that pressed down on her, knocking over her breath.

“What you’re doing is illegal.” “So is sucking the blood from innocent humans!” Jo retorted. “Or at least it used to be! Before President Crimsoncrotch and his cronies took office. Look. At. Me.” Slowly, the monster lowered his arm, revealing the steel grey eyes that assured Jo one pull of her trigger would end him. She didn’t hesitate. As he opened his eyes to make another plea for his life, her finger flinched, pulling back the tiny piece of metal that let fly a larger projectile, this one exploding between his eyes and leaving him staring into her own blankly for a half a second before he dissipated into a pile of black ash, mingled with piss.

When we all were set, Ryan asked the driver to take us to the Daemonium's house. The cart came to a halt and Ryan held the open the door for me. I stepped out of the cart and went straight into the house. As I stepped into the house, I smelled death everywhere. Ryan came and led me towards the living room. My eyes widened in horror as I saw the bloodbath in the room. The room was painted red with the blood of Daemonium's family. The gold I had given them in exchange for Eve, someone had melted it and turned it into helmets for the whole family. Everyone had a gold helmet in their heads.