Novel & Cerita A Cage Of Crimson

"Kevin what are you doing? Your hurting me please let me go!" She yelled and tried to wriggle herself from his hold but to no avail, they soon soon came to the front of the door and the guards opened he door for them, Kevin hurled Crimson into the large Mansion and asked the gaurds to take her to their room and lock her up. "Please let me come with you, you can't do this to me please take me with you!" Crimson cried but to no avail, Kevin walked back and the gaurds locked the door, two of them grabbed her arm and dragged her out towards the stairs together.

Its crimson light flooded the chamber through unseen openings. The elders’ eyes snapped open, glowing red. Their voices deepened—turning guttural, inhuman.

The collar felt heavier around her neck tonight. Ava stood in front of the tall, mirrored wall inside the Crimson Room, her reflection split and multiplied in the dim lighting. Her body was bare except for the thin silk ribbon that crisscrossed her breasts and vanished between her thighs. Her wrists already bore faint red marks from the ropes used two nights before. The echoes of Master K’s voice still haunted her thoughts, each syllable dripping with ownership. She had belonged to him in every sense, taken beyond her limits, twisted into a trembling, obedient mess. And now she was here again. Not for him. Not for anyone she knew. Tonight, she was for them.

She was his captive, his asset, but in the heat of his embrace, she knew she held absolute dominion over the beast. Dominic groaned deeply, his hands sliding down her back, tearing at the hem of her cashmere sweater as he lifted her plush frame effortlessly onto the edge of the sleek, dark marble console table, parting her thighs to press his rigid, burning lower body flat against her core. The explicit, high-stakes heat in the room spiked to a fever pitch, the crackle of the fireplace completely drowned out by the sound of their ragged, shallow breathing. "You are my cage, Vivian," Dominic whispered against her throat, his teeth biting lightly into her skin, leaving a possessive mark that c

I say. It’s not a threat. It’s fact. She laughs. “You’re in a cage. What are you gonna—” The bars don’t break. They bow. Because Creek stands up. Because Ash stands up. Because Cove stands up. Because the blood in their veins is my blood now, and my blood doesn’t do cages. The gold vines erupt. Not up from the ground. Out from us. They punch through the cell, through the air, through the second between Mercy’s command and her wolves’ obedience.

I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place. I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet. "They're heavy." Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die. The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times before the locked door finally creaked open, and a black silhouette entered. The moment he stepped in, the world twisted into black and white. It warped. Sparks crackled around his face, distorting the space.

⸻ The sky above split apart. ⸻ And for a moment— Amara saw a third presence. ⸻ Not black like the Fallen Celestial. ⸻ Not gold like the ancient wolf. ⸻ Crimson. ⸻ Deep crimson. ⸻ Like blood beneath moonlight. ⸻ The image vanished instantly. ⸻ Yet everyone had seen it. ⸻ Everyone. ⸻ The corrupted heir smiled. ⸻ And whispered: ⸻ “The prophecy was never about two.”

"Even if I wanted to, it seems like the guards here have already blocked our way out." I unconsciously glanced upwards, only to witness the clouds giving way for the moon to be seen by the naked eye. Its tint is distinctively altered from being its natural color to being the same color as blood. "A crimson moon…" ‘Your mate is about to wield its strongest form ever, Celestina, and you’re not even going to be there to witness him—you’re not the one who’s by his side as he suffers all of the pain that he’s supposed to endure together with his mate. But even so, you too shall share at least half of the amount of his distress.’

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

With a single claw, he traced the delicate pulse on my neck, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed his claw harder, hurting me, drawing blood. For some reason, I wanted to cry. I wanted to run from him, and yet I wanted to run to him, to bury myself in his embrace, to acknowledge the power he had over me, and yet trust him not to use it against me. I heard a pathetic whimper escape my lips as tears blurred my vision. Did he plan to kill me out here under the full moon? To make me bleed to death as vengeance for all the people killed by my kind?