Resident Evil Crimson Head Novels & Stories

Whatever the case was, it was at that moment when Master Greendrake—together with Master Trilight and the others—came running in before saying, “…Hmm? So you’re both here, Mr. Crawford! Miss Quarrington! In fact, it seems quite a number of you are here as well! Good. I was planning to gather all of you to discuss this anyway!” Before anyone could ask what he meant by that, they soon saw a corpse being carried into the room… and upon seeing it, Gerald couldn’t help but frown. The corpse had gone as black as charcoal, and a distinct row of teeth marks could be seen around its neck… Adding that to the fact that the corpse’s primordial spirit had been completely drained, it was evident that the

Beneath the hood, her eyes glowed with a quiet red light, the unmistakable mark of the Blood King. No one recognised her anymore. To the world, Evelyn Cross had perished alongside the Crimson Pact. But in the darkness she had been reborn, neither fully human nor wholly vampire. She was the Crimson Heir, the last successor of the Blood King. --- That night she sought the Blood Vault, the cavern where Lucien once imprisoned traitors. Now it was nothing but a cold, empty cave, its walls thick with centuries-old bloodstains. Inside, Adrian sat in the centre of an ancient, crumbling magic circle, his body so frail he was almost translucent. He was the only survivor of the old Crimson Pact, and th

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

Red energy waves beat like Physical whip strokes through the room and threw Raven hard against the wall. He left the air. When he snatched his head in the air, he saw the boy in the incubator threw the head in the neck. Its skin was black, titan-like sheds covered, which flashes over its entire body to be extended. The delicate facial features distorted themselves to the fragment of a nightmare. When the boy – or what was left of him – opened his eyes, there was no whiteness, no more iris. Only pure, burning, karmesin red light. The presence of

Something dark and foul. Crimson felt it prowl closer to his head and a wave of hot putrid air hit him. He opened his eyes and that was when he saw it. He could hear the sky thundering which was odd because there had been zero indication of rain when he had gotten to that city. Slightly lifting his head, Crimson was then looking at what appeared to be feet. Human? The long and curved claws sticking out of raised and sturdy hairy limbs suggested otherwise. It was dark out. Crimson lifted his head a bit more and this motion seemed to have triggered whatever sort of monstrosity was probing him.

"Our only hope to survive this night is to keep our heads. When we found Graveston, God rest his soul, I saw blood, dark thick blood- which was not his own- also on the kitchen floor. The shots we heard being fired must have injured this...thing...which means if it can be hurt, then it can be killed too. You also saw how frightened Graveston was when we left the men...fear is what it follows, it can smell it, I am sure. And I will not let this cursed beast, if that is what it is, get the better of me. I am the lady of this house and I will not begin my life here as either a slave to my own fear, or as a corpse. Do I make myself clear?" Mary bobbed her head, gulping hard, her mistress's eyes

Before an hour had passed, the dozens of heads had consumed all of the living beings at the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank's Ninth Tribulation. Nonetheless, the cries and roars of the living beings still echoed in the place. It was creepy. Following the flash of the amethyst-red light, bodies, and limbs grew from the dozens of heads. They looked exactly like Hetsema. It was just that they were bloody and evil. In the next second, Hetsema spread his arms again. The dozens of evil bodies that looked like him integrated with his main self. Suddenly, terrifying and bloody amethyst-red light erupted from his body. His hair also turned red.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

There better be a good explanation. "I am sorry to keep you waiting," The Head Beta's loud coarse voice reaches my ears even before I see him. "Right this way, please." I take my time to rise to my feet, my patience is outstanding. Vi will praise me if she was here. They follow behind me as I follow behind eye patch. He throws open the door and instinctively flinches. I can tell I am looking at the Alpha of the Crimson moon Pack. What is that hair color? Is that dye? The roots of his hair are black and the tips crimson.

It was this small gesture that caught the other's attention, and Evelyn then saw the demon sitting on Niederhogg's head tilt its head, revealing a face that was all but unknown to her, and looking over in her direction with a curious expression. The red-haired demon was very clean and handsome, looking about her age, with a pair of thin, sharp, black horns on his head, the location of the horns was a bit different from the other demons, not on top of the head, but a little bit higher up on the corner of the forehead, rather than a demon, he looked more like the "ghosts" in the handheld game that Evelyn used to play. He looks more like a "ghost" in the game Evelyn used to play than a demon.