A Cage Of Crimson Novels & Stories

I grab it, open the door leading out and run out. Once again I am free and running down a hallway but this time it is a dark hallway. Her apartment is the last on the floor. I am still unsure of what lies ahead but at this moment, I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins - I no longer want to be caged. I pump that will into my legs and begin to run till I am running down the stairs.

"If they breach the terrace, ten guards won't stop a coordinated fragmentation assault. You are sitting in a target zone." Isabella tilted her head, her dark eyes wide and entirely devoid of fear as she looked up into his stone face. She reached out, her pale fingers lightly brushing against the lapel of his black suit, her voice dropping into a deceptive, velvety purr. "Then I suppose it’s a good thing I have a Ghost holding the key to my cage," she whispered. "Make sure your iron is loaded, Mr. Rossi. The ledger is about to get very bloody."

Nothing compares to this. Obsidian is careful to not go too fast as he’s a fast wolf, but Crimson is more like a pup getting used to her legs for the first time. She might be a grown wolf, but she’s still learning what it’s like to be free after being suppressed for so long. I wish all omegas could experience this because it’s wonderful. I don’t think there is anything like it in the world.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC Unknown Room, The Gilded Cage, Unknown Location. Lust fogged the young wolfish mind of Conway Rollins as he stood naked and dripping from head to toe by way of a thick sheen of sweat. The stench of sex had been radiating off him in waves and his cock had been slick from having delved inside many a woman wishing to have him pound her sodden insides as she visited him after purchase of a rather expensive fee. For much of his life, Conway had seen the world through a rose-colored glow from the red lights often displayed in his cage, and as a result, he had not known any other color in the world outside of it to exist.

She said and I see her reddish eyes shines and I feel like a bucket of ice is thrown all over me seeing how her eyes change from her red into a dead black that send fear and chill all over me before it returns to red. I have no choice but to watch as those ugly soldiers pushes the people inside a wide violet cage that is like floating as if it is collecting people as Demonica walk and I float beside her while dark mist is covering the ground that we pass. The cage floats with it in front of us. I can see how the people look at us then shiver in fear. “Miss Riri!” my eyes widen seeing the kids Gilianna, Barren and the others inside the cage as they hug one another.

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing. The door swings in and immediately dim red lights glow from the ceiling, the black walls drink the light. They are chains hanging from the ceiling. Then I saw many other things. Whips, paddles, strange metal toys line shelves. A large wooden X-frame stands in one corner. In the center, a suspension rig with rings and cuffs. They are mirrors on every wall so I see myself from all sides. The room is exactly what I think it is. I would be bare soon and weak. The room smells of leather and oil. My belly falls and my knees tremble.

Elowen snapped. “I solve it by keeping you alive,” Corvin said. Elowen stepped closer, heat rising in his chest. “Alive where? In your rooms? In your sight? Or under your command?” Corvin’s jaw tightened. “Under my protection.” Elowen shook his head. “You dress it in softer words, but it is still a cage.” Corvin’s gaze did not waver. “A cage keeps predators out.” “And traps animals inside,” Elowen shot back.