Resident Evil Crimson Head Mga Nobela at Kwento

Crimson threatened me as he grabbed a hold of my head. "A model student wouldn't do that." I replied, still trying my hardest not to laugh. I peeked behind him to look at Scarlet and noticed that she was doing the same. She was covering her mouth and even looking away so she wouldn't laugh. Crimson groaned as he let go of my head. "When the hell's this thing gonna start?? I don't wanna wear this any longer than I have to."

A few more days and we would have to tell everyone, but for now it was our secret. Eira is quiet in her seat, mulling over what everyone is saying. When Lucien makes a retort that we need to be investigating Roxy’s death, she shushes him. “Blood spilled has been prophesied before at a Crimson Ball. I do not think this vision necessarily correlates, but it is odd. A connection.” I huffed at the thought of some fortune telling vision. Part of me did want to believe it but another part, the rational part of my brain told me that it wasn’t possible. But here I was, a living breathing vampire thinking that.

Privately, entire departments focused solely on Crimson Blood. The project received a formal designation. 'Project Crimson Hunger. The name reflected the blood's most disturbing characteristic. No matter how many researchers studied it... It always seemed to demand more. More samples. More experiments. More questions. Years passed. Progress slowed. Then one expedition returned with a discovery that would redefine the project forever. Deep beneath abandoned ruins, researchers encountered a single survivor unlike anyone they had ever examined. He appeared human. His pulse was almost undetectable. His body temperature remained unnaturally low. His injuries healed before observers' eyes. Most as

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

Two, the entire den has been shredded to pieces by a very pissed off Crimson. Crimson wipes her head towards me and growls in a threatening manner. She looks like she wants to rip me apart, but I have no idea fucking why. Crimson starts stalking toward me, but when she reaches me, she does something unexpected. She falls to the floor at my feet and begins to whimper as if I hurt her, but I didn’t even touch her.

I'm more nervous. “W-What's going on? W-Why did it go around me?” I nervously asked Xenon. "Don't be afraid, Gabria. That's the white light I'm talking about," I heard the Headmistress say. The light slowly covered me until all I could see was white. I looked around but what I saw around me was white. "Hello? Is there a human vampire here?” I asked while still looking around. I was surprised when there was something like red and black in the same bubble. It comes closer to me so I back away.

he greeted and kissed me on my forehead. "Good evening, Lucien." "Lucien..." My attention was shortly drawn to the man who called Lucien's attention. It's the Alpha of Crimson Pack, Drago Alessandrei Lestat. I can't help but stare at him. This is actually the first that I see him this close and Einah was right, the man screams danger. The smile he wears is not enough to mask the danger lurking behind his orbs. I wonder what made him like this? The Alpha eyed me with his cobalt orbs but I see no animosity in it. I gave him a smile and a nod to show my greetings. His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk.

Carmel asked in a worried tone as I stared at me. Where's the scent coming from Crimson?? “ Up ahead ” I began to follow the trail till I noticed a red stain on the snow. “ What the fuck?? ” “ There's somebody underneath the snow!! ” Crimson yelled in my head. Underneath?!?! Ignoring the expensive tux I immediately got down on my knees and began to dig. Just a few scoops in a a pair of black locks began to surface. A woman…?? I immediately turned the body over and paused as my heart raced. Olivia?!?

There were about 13 of them, and each of them carried a demonic aura that was filled with evil and rot. The leader was especially noticeable. He looked almost skeletal, akin to the Ice King. He looked like a bare body of muscle and lacked any skin as he was crimson red in color. Even his head carried this frightful look. He had no hair on his body too. However, his eyes were focused on Zephyr nonetheless. He had the strongest signature among them, though it was a bit messy.