A Cage Of Crimson Novels & Stories

I gazed into the mirror at the face staring back at me, far too young to look this haunted. The icy grip of the lake water still scorched my lungs, a chilling reminder of my past. My fingers brushed against my ghostly pale cheeks as my teeth chattered uncontrollably. God gave me a second chance at life, and I was dead set on turning Sebastian Vitale's world upside down. "Principessa," came a soft tap on the door, the voice of our head maid.

And together… They were stronger than Rafael realized. ⸻ Miles away, along the dark riverbank… Rafael stood beside the body of another drained wolf. Moonlight reflected in the shallow water as he wiped a single drop of blood from his lips. The taste was wrong. Weak. Incomplete. He straightened slowly, gazing toward the distant forest where Crimson Hollow lay. Soon. The real power waited there. And when he finally claimed it… Even the moon itself would bow.

"I had Cassian bring in some clothes from the safehouse. They’re in the foyer. Real clothes, Zara. Not the 'Donna' armor." I stood up, my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else. I walked to the window, the floorboards groaning under my weight. Outside, the Vance gardens were a gothic nightmare—a jungle of thorns, dying roses, and ivy that had strangled the stone cherubs until they looked like they were screaming.

I would remain physically his wife and stay inside this cage he built and locked me inside… but spiritually, emotionally, and mentally I would be completely free, independent, and forever beyond his reach and control. He could lock me inside this house… but he could never lock my spirit or my soul. He could strip away my rights and public status… but he could never strip away my dignity, my pride, and my true worth which came from within myself and not from him or his name. He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deser

He then excitedly led her to the banquet hall. On the huge screen under the dome, many photos of her appeared. Outside, fireworks exploded with loud bangs, quietly blooming just beyond the large windows. Pink lilies lined the path, piled into the shapes of bears and made into flower baskets, decorating every corner of the banquet hall. In the open space, there were over a dozen stands, each displaying the titles of her works. Jamie knelt in front of Melanie on one knee. "Will you marry me, Mel?"

I won’t leave this pack without answers. With their connection severed, Ivor took a moment to gather his thoughts. Tonight, held potential, a chance to uncover the truth about Zela’s whereabouts. Failing was no option here. As the hour drew near, Ivor dressed in a dark, sophisticated outfit that instilled confidence. He checked his reflection in the mirror, steadying himself for what lay ahead. Stepping out of the room, he braced himself for the chaotic energy of the party. Upon entering the grand hall, he felt an intoxicating wave of excitement creeping over him. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the vibrant color of the room, filling it with laughter and enchanting music. Wolves dressed eleg

“And this one’s older than the trees.” My heart was pounding. It felt like I was falling down a tunnel with no bottom. “So what? I’m supposed to believe I’m cursed now? That some psychotic wolf guy wants to kill me because of my last name?” Kael didn’t flinch. “Because of your blood. You’re Crimson-born. And that means something in this world.” I shook my head. “No. No, this isn’t real. None of this is. That thing I saw in my dream—”

Then, the last vision showed a plain darkness and a red dot. It looked like a zipper and. Kristina tried to open the image and it allowed her to touch the head of the zigzag. She opened it and it showed her a portal again. She tried to get past it and she saw cages. It shocked her. Cages with all sizes. Some were occupied and some were destroyed. She looked on each of it and the prisoners look liked tired and surrendered to their exhaustions. "I told you, who is the Phoenix?" "Darling," the messenger said. "How much do you know of the Phoenix?"

Chapter 14 :The Crimson Threshold The Crimson Threshold was a narrow, jagged canyon that carved a path directly through the northern mountain peaks. Its stone walls were composed of red-veined granite that, under the pale light of the fading moon, looked as if the earth itself were bleeding. For centuries, it had served as the gateway to the Citadel, a natural choke point where a handful of defenders could hold off an empire. Tonight, the canyon was swallowed by a sea of thick, rolling fog.

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.