Resident Evil Crimson Head Novels & Stories

Valerius didn't lead us to a dusty dungeon filled with ancient scrolls. He led us deeper into the Roman catacombs, stopping before a solid wall of volcanic rock. He pressed his palm against a hidden biometric scanner that read not his fingerprint, but his unique blood signature. The rock hissed, sliding away to reveal the true nerve center of the Crimson Court.

Just the house breathing its heavy, mechanical breath in the dark. [D******D COMPLETE. DATA MIRROR STABLE. DISCONNECT TRANSFERS.] Dante slickly wrenched the cloning drive from the administrative port. The screen snapped back to its standard green baseline, erasing every trace of the Level Prime intrusion. He slid the heavy, warm black plastic drive into his inner tactical pouch, right next to the Rossi blood ledger he had extracted from the chapel vault. He pulled his black coat back over his massive shoulders, his face returning to that unyielding, terrifying mask of the Ghost.

It would give them a chance to interfere in pack matters. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, making my heart feel constricted under the pressure, the blank screen finally connected the call and the face of an unknown man appeared on the screen. Alpha Krimson had long black hair that touched his shoulders. It reminded me of Darcia in his late teens. But somehow, this man managed to make it look intimidating and professional at the same time. However, the most noticeable feature about the man who seemed to be built like a tank, were his bright red eyes. A definitive sign of a rogue wolf.

"We have 70 hours left. We need to find the Crimson Spire." They stepped out into the forest. The bamboo here was black, towering fifty feet into the air like the bars of a massive cage. The fog was tinged with a faint, sickly red light, obscuring everything beyond a few meters. "Movement," Caleb snapped, his head whipping to the left. "Twelve contacts. No heat signatures. No heartbeats." "No heartbeats?" Scarlett frowned. "Vampires?" "Negative. Biological density suggests... dead tissue. Reanimated."

I gazed into the mirror at the face staring back at me, far too young to look this haunted. The icy grip of the lake water still scorched my lungs, a chilling reminder of my past. My fingers brushed against my ghostly pale cheeks as my teeth chattered uncontrollably. God gave me a second chance at life, and I was dead set on turning Sebastian Vitale's world upside down. "Principessa," came a soft tap on the door, the voice of our head maid.

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.

he whispered. He closed his eyes. The bond between them was faint but not broken. Somewhere, deep inside him, the tie tugged like a string of magic and memory. But so did something else. A pulse. Slow. Heavy. Evil. The Crimson Order had begun to move again. --- The Crimson Order Hidden beneath the ruins of the ancient city Valemourne, a place untouched by time and cursed by blood, the Crimson Order gathered in silence. Candles burned with black flames. The walls were etched with old prophecies, written in the tongues of demons and dead kings.

I can tell by the smell that the room was thoroughly cleaned only a few hours ago so I decide to take my chances and sit completely down, crossing my legs as I attempt to make myself look less intimidating. “What do you know about me? About Alpha Dr. Black of the Crimson Dawn pack?” He shakes his head again. “You’ve never heard of me?” I try again. He shakes his head again. He’s relaxed enough to no longer huddle against the wall but he’s yet to come near me. “What about Alpha Redmen? I know he’s your alpha but do you know if he’s also a doctor?” I take my chances in scaring him in the hopes that the comparison might help relax him again. He shakes his head again.

Alpha Ink of Crystalheart Pack’s daughter was dead. Standing among the other Sages, Kaizen stared at the body lying on the bed with an expressionless look. Her body was white as snow, like every drop of blood had been drained; her pupils were wide and white; and at the corner of her mouth were blood stains. “It's poison. The smell is nauseating.” Ciel examined without getting close to the corpse with a grimace. “There's signs of struggle. She must have suffered before death. Whoever did it is malicious.”