Novel & Cerita The Crimson And The White

CRIMSON'S SCANDAL. Chapter 1. . Subtitle: a fan sign. The atmosphere was buzzy and disorientating as Crimson stepped out of her white lamborghini, the paparazzi and the crowd blocked her way into the large stadium at once as soon as she stepped out of the car, however her gaurds were active as they quickly covered her up while others tried to clear the road for her to go in, the crowd was continuesly jamming her road.

The elders were in position. Everything was ready. Everything except.. Them. Ryan and Crystal. There they were. Crystal emerged first, stepping into the ceremony like she was born for this moment. She was dressed in deep crimson, the silk catching the light, flowing around her like liquid fire. She was glowing,radiant, triumphant. And at her side.. Ryan. Dressed in dark ceremonial robes, the embroidered silver sigils of his lineage stark against the black fabric. A crown of iron and bone rested against his brow, a symbol of his place, his power, his duty.

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

Morgan looked to Hunji to finish the story. Hunji picks up where Morgan left off. “By the time I got down there, there was no sign of Crimson. We searched through the night and the next day which was why I was late arriving in New Moon. New Moon border patrol reported Crimson crossing over and I had him detained because I wanted to question him. Crimson thinks someone stole his blood and insists he woke up at the scene of the crash and headed straight for New Moon to find Tawny.” “Okay. Where’s this going and what does it have to do with Tala’s crown?” I was growing impatient and wished they would just cut to the chase. But that was never Hunji’s way when he was piecing information together.

Crimson, still moving at superspeed, had then descended upon one creature that turned out to have been devouring the insides of one of the warehouse men. He struck it twice from the back then added one powerful blow that sent a bolt of lightning ripping apart the creature. Kristina was then on his side. The creatures were still quite a handful, their ferocious figures darkened in the night. “There’s too many of them!” Crimson said. “Yeah, no shit!” Kristina snapped back, twisting her dagger in her hand. Crimson was then thinking about getting both of them out of there when the sky boomed followed by a bright luminescence that turned out to be some kind of large mass of energy just a few feet

He seemed fixated at the happenings at Crimson Hotel, my interest kept building at this point. "Yeah…like always…she looked dazzlingly beautiful in white…only that, she wasn't the only one who wore the same, sacred color…" he spoke bitterly, with a strained voice. The words he spoke seemed too hard to voice out, like something clogging his throat to prevent him from speaking freely without his emotions blocking him. While I froze on my spot, shaken by that declaration. Beautiful in white, he says? There were only…two people wearing that color at that reception right now…three people, technically, if we include…the little one sleeping peacefully in the arms of his paternal grandmother…

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.

I should be able to understand them better than this. “What’s wrong?” Max asked as he moved over to stand beside me. His gaze lingered on the crystal, and although I could tell it tempted him to touch it, he never did. He likely subconsciously knew he should not handle it. “This place is wrong,” I tell him before I glance back at the others. They haven’t realised it at all, but that wasn’t surprising to me. “Like… not evil, or anything like that. Just…” I pause as I look up at the spirit and then say, “like they are dying.”

Her white dress stained red at the hem. The girl's gaze found Aria's, sharp and unyielding. When the girl spoke, the voice wasn't hers but poured like smoke into Aria's mind: Run, little bloom. Or become the fire. Aria woke gasping, drenched in sweat. Tears blurred her vision. Outside, the sky bled red. She rose, heart pounding. The fourth bloom opened quietly behind the poetry books. Her phone lit up again. Jules: "We're moving. Now. We can't wait anymore."

It had been years of being the strong and young budding alpha female, and in one night, it seemed all of that had been taken away. The wolves of the Craw pack were black and strong, their eyes a variety of colors that changed based on their mood. The wolves of other packs had similar characteristics and sometimes you could only tell the difference based on scent and markings. “Other packs” however, did not include the Decent pack, the pack of the white wolves. They were the outcasts and had gone into hiding for many years now because as Isha had always been told, they were a mistake to the werewolf lineage.