Resident Evil Crimson Head Novels & Stories

"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.

I gasped seeing the woman’s feet jerking in the air as she chokes after she hung herself. “Serra, are you okay?” Xyrus grabbed my shoulder and made me face him. My eyes widened seeing the old man’s missing head instead of Xyrus face. The head turned 360° with a grin on his face. I screamed when his head dropped and rolled on my lap. I stomped my feet as though ants were pestering around it. I grabbed the head and threw it out of the window. “That’s enough!” The ghosts roving in the house vanished with one powerful command.

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.

It turned his head to strike at Zane, spitting blood and venom at him, trying to shake him loose. “I am immune to your venom, Naga!” Zane snarled at him. He lifted the weapon once more and struck. The head severed from the body and rolled away to land at the feet of the men who recoiled in disgust and terror. The body writhed in the final death throes and to the astonishment of the men it turned back in the headless body of a man. “Oh, my god! This is Twilight Zone stuff.” Max rubbed his eyes. He kicked Petrov’s head away from him and spat on it. “You’re naked,” he said to me, “and why are you’re veins turning black?”

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

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.”

If it was about the power and strength, I had the better hand, or maybe it's just the fact that I refuse to take on the so-called family legacies. "Boss..." one of Dominic's men butted in. "What happened?" Dominic asked him. "There is a decapitated, bloodstained head laying outside the mansion, boss," the man said. As I exclaimed, "What?" So did Dominic. We both made our way outside the mansion, as I found Sierra, who turned out to be already outside. The decapitated head was Caleb's. So they dumped the body back at Los Angeles and the head here in Las Vegas.