Crimson Red Eyes の小説・ストーリー

Leads to various articles, studies, essays, all written about various wolves with scarlet eyes. There seems to be one thing all of them share though, and when I excuse myself from the gathering of women and head off to go to the privacy of my room, I click on the last and final article. A chill feeling fills my veins and I can see why Elara might have called my husband a monster now. Wolves with scarlet red eyes do not have the usual wolf spirit. They have something else. “They’re corrupted.” Roman’s sudden entry scares the shit out of me so hard that I jolt and the laptop goes crashing to the floor.

’ ‘Wow…her tri-color eyes…so wonderful…’ Mira’s eyes turned into her mixed tri-color eyes. From the dark pupil turned into a moonlight silver with an explosion of mauve that was falling to crimson blood which made the white part of her eyes partially gone. Mira blushed when she heard Angel’s comment but she leave it be and focus on his wolf.

The others could blend in with the crowd because it was only during their transformations that the color of their eyes depending on their rank was revealed. But pure-blood Alphas had red eyes and unimaginable strength. They were uncommon, dangerous, and uncontrollable. Killing machines... If I can put it that way. I took a deep breath as a memory came back to me. Denver. Slave # 345. He was a pure-blooded Alpha... His red eyes were intriguing, both handsome and observant. So fascinating that I was afraid they were going to burn me... Other more personal memories surfaced... I closed my eyes, refusing to think about them...

His gaze met mine, and my blood ran cold in my veins. His eyes were no longer silver. They had turned a chilling shade of crimson.

Klyde smiled happily. Klyde, with a blood clotting on his forehead woke up with his eyes bloodshot, still bleeding and woozy. Nick on the other side looks like a murdered man who climbs up from his grave, badly injured and can see it on his face that he's hurting. He has a clothe around his shoulder but it's not applied properly yet it is enough to stop him from bleeding as he cure himself, although the pain didn't stop there.

I glanced at the little wall clock, thirty past two and the sun wasn't up and there were so many rain clouds in the sky I was sure it would rain again. We got to the forest—where I had almost killed Dawn—and Jereum started by ripping a part of his inner shirt and wrapping it around my eyes. "Okay, what are we doing?" I asked. "Vampires do not need light to see, I'm sure you should know that." "Yeah I do but—" "Ow!" I yelled in pain, as something hard collided with my head. "Less talking more blocking." "Okay," I said, massaging the part of my skull that had just got assaulted, "just tell me so I'll be read—"

His red blazing eyes stared so hard at her that she feared he could see through her lie. She needed not to be introduced, the voice, his domineer, did its job. The famous Dante of the Camfrey clan, a playboy and a deal breaker, with a daring charisma fit for the devil. Red eyes were not just something born with but a heritage passed down to crown alpha but Fredrick Camfrey was different. He was not only an ordained alpha but one born with the rarest eye color in history. “Stop this right now” Mark Camfrey ordered, squeezing her hand right under the table but Emilia held on to a calm look.

he clears his throat, gripping my cup to turn it, inciting me to finally drink from it. My eyes jump back, locking with his. “Your eyes. I saw them red, but now…” He smiles, closing his eyes in a long blink before he reopens them to look at me. “Yes, I use lenses in dark colors to cover up my natural eye color as red eyes tend to freak people out.” “So, you are wearing them now as well?” I ask, looking back and forth between his colored irises. We stay silent as he waits patiently for me to finish checking him out.

Rayla led with her mind felt conclusion. "That's rich, and he would rather sulk for years now." Travis added. "I guess you're right on that front, but what could he have used the Talisman for that would halt his art, give him enough reason to sulk for so many years without trying to speak to his family..." Rayla summarized the one lingering doubt that could be brought forth from everything revealed to her knowing this far. "Don't forget his eyes, they have a pitch of Crimson red wine colour, almost like blood." Travis inputted into the map of her obscurity.

Surely he wasn’t supposed to do that; surely he was supposed to stay. My mind raced with questions again, as it had for the past seven days until one detail caused me to pause: his eyes. Were they just Red? Or had I imagined that part? As far as I knew, only vampires and hybrids had eyes that changed completely... but even then, theirs turned black, not crimson.