Resident Evil Crimson Head Novels & Stories

Crimson walked down the stairs and into the basement of the mansion, where a room well-lit with blue lights and was surrounded by computer and glass glowed red. In the middle of the room, there's a platform that ended with a chair and apparatus. It was connected with numerous wires and the girl in a black and red bodysuit sat. Her shiny ebony hair glistened as it fell perfectly to her lap, there was a round object above her head that was full with other sort of apparatus. Her chest glowed as a sound came out to her and she slowly opened her eyes. Giving Blanche the horror she thought she wouldn't get.

I took it in my hand and closing the distance between her body and mine, I plugged it in her heart. As soon as the blade pierced her chest, her eyes snapped wide open. “What did you do, bitch?” She yelled at me, releasing me from her grasp. I coughed and took deep gulps of fresh air. Not noticing that she was still near me and alive. She moved and gritted, and in a desperate move, she tried to break my neck. Her hands sizzled against my skin when she took me by the neck, but suddenly, all her force vanished. I lifted my eyes only to see Vladimir´s red eyes holding Coral´s head, detached from her body. “Nobody threatens my son-in-law…” with a knowing smile, he extended his cold hand, helping

"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.

MARK Shit, my head. The room was unnervingly still, a stark contrast to the chaos erupting in my mind. I found myself in a dimly lit chamber, an oppressive silence pressing down on me. The walls, painted in a ghostly white, seemed to close in, casting long shadows that danced ominously in the faint light. The air was heavy, thick with a metallic tang that prickled the back of my throat. The source of this unsettling aura lay in the centre of the room: a large, white bed, its sheets drenched in a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread and pulse like a living thing.

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.

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.

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.

Lacey said, pointing at Murgan’s head sitting facing the group in the corner of the room, “Holy f**k THAT is creepy, Rex please move it, it’s looking at us.” “The body has very little, nope, no blood at all, the f**k did you guys do to him?” Raz asked, a little shocked when he kneeled over and inspected the wound on the neck. “That’s the thing, Rex cut his head off, blood went everywhere, he fixed Lacey’s dislocated shoulder, Lizz and I fixed up your head, Rex went for a rest and we rested at the fireplace, you know at the other f**king end of the room to a recently dead headless body, we woke Rex up because he was talking in his vision sleep thing he does and Lizz went to get the cured meat