Novel & Cerita Resident Evil Crimson Head

Something that made the hair on the back of our neck stand up. It reeked of power, of dominance. The kind of presence that would make lesser beings crouch. It wasn't just the scent of a predator – it was the scent of an apex, something at the top of the food chain. "What the fuck?" I muttered, letting Reynard's heightened senses guide me toward the source. Two vampire corpses, their pale bodies sprawled across the forest floor like discarded mannequins. But these weren't just dead bloodsuckers – these fuckers were headless just as Micheal Black described it, only it was ten times worse than I'd imagined.

I could see the Alphas of the Varg and Lupin Packs. Both Alpha Carl and Alpha Lili looked very charismatic. That really got me excited yet nervous. After all, they were very experienced Alphas compared to me. Then, I saw the Bloody Fangs. Most notable was the Crimson Warrior. That infamous warrior was coming here. He still wore his crimson helmet. Nevertheless, I had to admit that there was a strong threatening air around him. In fact, it almost made him on par with Alpha Carl in terms of how dominant his aura was. Not only that, there were other creatures as well. Indeed, there were other creatures. Vampires, mermaids, giants, dwarves, and dragons.

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

Her gaze dropped to her neck. At first, she didn’t recognize what she was seeing. The pale skin around her collarbone was marked by something that hadn’t been there before. A small, almost imperceptible birthmark—a crescent-shaped pattern—sat nestled just above her skin, hidden under the folds of her shirt. She rubbed it with her thumb, trying to make sense of it, but the sensation only intensified. Her skin seemed to burn where the mark touched, sending a cold shiver of unease down her spine. Lysandra quickly covered the mark, her heart racing in her chest. It was impossible. She had no memory of ever seeing it before, and yet, it felt oddly familiar—like a piece of her had been lost and wa

''Tell me about him! I shook my head. I was still Amelia Rhinehart, the vampire princess. I refused to allow some regular girl command me -- irregular guys with blond hair and blue eyes were another thing. ''Like I said, there's nothing to tell.'' I said trying my best to look regal. ''Whatever!'' She said, dismissing me and my small victory. ''Just know I was only trying to help. It gets easier when you talk about it.'' She was reaching for a cherry red cutex when I closed the door behind me as I headed for the shower. Something flew into my eye and I tried to rub it out, not really seeing where I was going when I bumped into someone.

Alpha Jermain’s face tightened as he finally began his dark rituals. He positioned a small table, already laden with all the necessary items, directly before Lilias. Swiftly, he took a ceremonial blade and made a precise cut across the palm of Lilias’s hand. A gasp escaped the woman, more from shock than pain, as bright red blood welled up and slowly began to drip into an ancient goblet he held beneath. The Alpha watched intently as the crimson droplets fell, his eyes bulging triumphantly.

v 😞. I sat with my head bowed down in sorrow when I felt someone's presence since I didn't hear any sound but just felt the air that person blew I need no soothsayer to tell who it was, I raised my head and saw Tiara standing in front of me with her usual gorgeous look, that what brought this calamity upon us. she wore a red gown what did you expect her to wear before she's a vampiress so wearing red will only make her remember who she is, that's why she loves red.

The moment it became one with the lake of blood, it created a series of shockwaves. “Finish him, Almirah. Go!” Nicanor cheered her with utmost enthusiasm. The woman looked at him for a matter of seconds, then, she showed her sweetest smile as she nodded. “Celestial Blood Magic: Curse of Crimson Hydra,” she cast and a monster came out from the lake of blood, slithering on its surface with grace. The blood serpent opened its mighty jaw to screech, boasting its long fangs dripping with blood. It moved quickly towards Leviathan and it devoured the whole blood cocoon without struggling to do it. After that, the dreadful monster came back to the abyss of the blood lake.

“They’ve been quiet for a while.” Katherine nods grimly. “Until now. Their leader’s daughter died last month.” A chill runs through me. “I… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be,” Alexander says darkly. “They’re not grieving. They’re hunting.” My fork pauses mid-air. “Hunting?” Katherine’s eyes meet mine, calm but heavy. “For blood.” I frown. “You mean… revenge?” She shakes her head slowly. “No, dear. Literal blood. A rare type, something their scientists call the crimson variant. It’s said to have regenerative properties. The kind that can bring someone back from the brink of death.”

She was elegant in a terrifying way, with steel-gray hair pulled into a severe bun and eyes that missed nothing. "Welcome, new students, to Crimson Moon Academy." Her voice carried without effort, filling the massive space. "I am Headmistress Valdris. You are here because you have been chosen. Selected from thousands to receive an education unlike any other. Some of you will excel. Some of you will fail. Some of you..." Her pause was deliberate, her gaze sweeping across the human tables. "Some of you will not survive the year." Nervous laughter rippled through our section, quickly dying when we realized she wasn't joking.