eBooks „crimson“
93 eBooks were found for the search term „crimson“.
Henry Hunt
Memoirs Of Henry Hunt, Esq. Volume 3 (fiscle part-IV)
- Biography & Autobiography
- English
- 159153 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
This Wanton Outrage Was Perpetrated in the Presence Of Those, Who Will,
Perhaps, Blush When They Read This. I Do Not Say That This Was Done By
The Magistrate; But It Was Done By The Gang That Surrounded him, And I
Know The Villain Who Did It. The Poor Thing Lay Senseless For Some Time;
No One Of The Numerous Spectators Daring To Go To Her Assistance. When
She Came To Her Senses, She Was Covered from Head To Foot With Blood,
That Had Flowed from The Wound, Which Was On The Scalp, And Was Four
Inches In length. In this State She Came Running To Me, And Made Her
Way Up To The Front Of The Procession:--We Halted, Horror-Struck At Her
Appearance. The Blood Was Streaming Down Her Snowy Bosom, And Her White
Gown Was Nearly Covered with The Crimson Gore; Her Cap And Bonnet And
Clothes Had Been Torn To Rags; Her Fine Black Hair Reached her Waist;
And, In this State, She Indignantly Recounted her Wrongs. O God, What I
Felt! There Were From Four To Five Thousand Brave Bristolians
Present, Who Heard This Tale, And With One Accord They Burst Forth In
Exclamations Of Revenge; Every Man Of Them Was Worked up To Such A Pitch
Of Excitement By The Cruelty Of The Atrocious Act, That They Would Have
Instantly Sacrificed their Lives, To Have Executed summary Justice Upon
The Cowardly Authors Of It. I Own That I Never Was So Near Compromising
My Public Duty, By Giving Way To My Own Feelings, As I Was At This
Moment. Burning With Indignation, I Half Turned my Horse'S Head; But,
Recovering My Reason, I Took The Fair Sufferer By The Hand, And Led her
Forward, Admonishing My Friends Not To Be Seduced into The Trap, That
Had Been So Inhumanly Set For Them. In this State We Proceeded through
The Streets Of Bristol; The Poor Girl Streaming With Blood. I Took Her
To My Inn, Sent For A Surgeon, And Had The Wound Dressed and The Scalp
Sewed up. [more]
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DEU' Angel
Kira Run
- Adventure
- English
- 8958 Words
- Ages 6 and up
- 195
- 1
540 million years ago in Venus, living organisms survived the harsh nature of the planet. Buried in the dense part of an ever blue forest survived a colony of Pyrains. Kira a young pyrian refused to adapt to the ways and traditions of her race. Bjorn and Olivia her delusional parents earnestly tried to compel her to survive their blood thirsty habitat. But sometimes things go wrong…
The Organisms living in Venus Five hundred and forty million years ago varied from Predatory plant, Carnivorous Creatures to intelligent prey. Each organism had a unique set of abilities to survive their habitat.
Names of organisms and their Traits
Pyrain - A human like creature, skin colour varies from blue with black strips to green with black stripes depending on the particular race. Hair is crimson red, all Pyrains posses the ability to transform (lit) their hair to flames an instinctive mechanism to suite their habitat. They are purely Omnivores.
Beast - They are carnivorous (feed mostly on Pyrain) lone ranger flying creatures (lords of the air), hunting only at daylight; they live in constant fear of the Moon Soldiers. The Beast appearance looks like a lion accompanied with giant Eagle wings, its posses an armored skin impenetrable to any sort of weapon except that of the Moon Soldiers.
Inn - Small rodents typically resembling diminutive Rats having pointed snouts and small ears but no tail. They are the Monarchs of Venus.
Liputan - A blue to grey social insect living underground in organized colonies, characteristically the females have wings excluding the males, They are extremely fast insects.
Moon Soldiers - A fine luster of moon dust appearing to be men. They are a military unit serving to protect Amity.
Antox - A toxic plant known as the Clingy lady. It grows typically from 30-65 centimeters. Symptoms are generally irritation, pain, swelling of tissues and paralysis. If the mouth or tongue swells, breathing may be fatally blocked leading to death.
Amity - A demi-goddess of the moon.
Other organisms include Giant worms (Ferroworms and Flunaworms), Carnivorous Plants and double headed horned Vipers. [more]
Keywords: short story, adventure, sci-fi, creatures, animation, Fantasy, universe, outerspace, comedy
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Ben Agar
Secret War: Warhammer 40,000
- Science Fiction
- English
- 5742 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 201
Despite my newfound determination, I found I couldn't run much farther, making it only five or six metres down the corridor, before stopping to catch my breath again.
+Attelus,+ said Karmen. +Attelus you've got to keep moving.+
I nodded and forced my body onward, ambling while using my forearm to pull myself along the corridor, glancing around at every crash and roar that echoed through the building from Darrance's and the daemons' struggle. There were, without doubt, more daemons; I had to be careful.
I made it to the end of the corridor, finding another window.
With battered, bloody and hurt hands, I clumsily slid it open and leaned to look outside. The next building over was another long, six-story hab unit. It was nearly a three-metre gap, and the nearest fire escape was a few windows on my left.
I quickly recalled that there was a fork in the corridor a while back. Most of all, what caught my attention was the light; the blood-red light had grown in intensity. It was like my eyes had blown their blood vessels. I sighed, about to push back into the building but stopped as I felt slight droplets of rain on my head.
I blanched in bemusement and looked up at the thick, crimson clouds above. It never rained in the underhive; it couldn't rain in the underhive; the ceiling of the over hive forever prevented that. The few droplets quickly escalated into a full-on downpour, but I couldn't see the rain; I could hear it, feel it, but couldn't see it. I reeled inside, abruptly shut the window and backed away in disgust and horror.
It was raining blood, frigging blood.
Another great crash down the hall made me jump and brought me back to reality. I turned and ran to the intersection, turning right. As much I didn't want to go outside, I had to get to the roof; it was the best way to go. Making it to the next turn, I ran to the fire escape door and, without looking back, opened it and stepped outside.
The force of the blood rain hit me like a punch to the jaw, and I raised my arm to protect my face with a growl of anger and fighting the urge to vomit. I started up the metal staircase.
Edracian wasn't just throwing daemons at me but the very elements. I couldn't help but take some pride in that. Clenching my teeth, I trod carefully, all the while clutching hard at the handrail to keep my feet on the treacherous, slick surface.
Finally, I made it to the top and looked about, trying to find this church. I saw it through the blood-red, a large, two-story monastic and overly grandiose thing; its two towers which stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the simplistic hab buildings around it. It would've been gaudy if it wasn't in such disrepair. My brow furrowed involuntarily, the Ecclesiarchy, always having the thrones to build such monstrosities but never really helping those in need. Ohh, they did but only 'spiritually', which meant nothing to me and not just that they'd charge for it too. I shook away such thoughts and walked to the other side of the roof.
After wiping my sticky, blood-slicked hair from my eyes, I spun on my heels, fell into a sprint and lunged over the three-metre gap.
Landing well, I finished into a crouch and ran to the next edge, stopping to look along the side, trying to find another way down.
The tallest building was only four stories high and was a good one hundred metres away, which would've made me curse, but I froze in fear as I saw daemons, frigging dozens of the bastards. They stood perfectly still throughout the streets and the buildings below. As I noticed them, all their snouts simultaneously snapped upward, somehow looking straight at me. Desperate with utter terror, I threw myself to the floor, although I suspected it was fruitless.
"Karmen! Karmen! You could've frigging warned me of this!" I hissed through clenched teeth.
It took a good few seconds before Karmen finally replied that her voice was pained and distant when she did. +Warn you of what Attelus? I am sorry, I am...busy. I cannot see everything.+
Slowly, I climbed up and peered over the buttress, but what I saw scared me even more. All the daemons were all gone.
+Attelus? What's wrong?+ "I-" My reply was interrupted by a massive crash followed by another, then another that came from below.
I furrowed my brow in bemusement, climbed to my feet; then the realisation hit me; it hit me hard.
+Attelus!+ "They're collapsing the frigging building!" I roared, more to myself than to her, and as if on cue, the roof under my feet began to sway and tilt, making me stumble to keep my feet. Panic gripped me so hard I couldn't think straight, and I sprinted straight for one of the rooftop doors. Then found much to my distress; it locked. Without thinking, I kicked at the door; the first did nothing, the second not much more. It was only after the fifth that my panicked mind finally remembered, I was carrying a frigging powersword. I activated it, sliced through the thick lock. [more]
Keywords: warhammer, character-driven, 1st person perspective, action, assassins, inquisition, 40k, warhammer 40k, battle, swordsman, mercenaries, fanfiction, neo-noir, noir, cyberpunk, corporate espionage, infiltration, gang wars, psychological thriller [more]
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