A Cage Of Crimson Novels & Stories

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

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Crimson bled into my vision as my eyes fluttered open. The familiar, dreadful shade of red enveloped me—the crimson round bed. My heart leapt into my throat, a frantic bird desperate to escape its cage. Not again. A silent scream clawed at my chest. I tried to scramble off the bed to run, but a cruel tug stopped me. A cold, metallic cuff dug into my right wrist, shackling me to the bedpost.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

Dragons are a rarity in Crimson, so seeing so many in one location is a bit overwhelming. As we draw closer I can see market stalls on avenues and taverns bursting to the seams with people of all shapes, colors, and types, carousing together, drinking, dancing and fighting in equal measures, filling the streets with laughter and song. In the center of it all sits a tall pale castle topped with high spires on an island surrounded by a deep, wide moat. Above this massive fortress flies flags of gold, a large green dragon with a red tongue at their center. “Where are we?” I yawn, readjusting my position to get a better view.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

crimson. " If you loved me...you wouldn't have done that," Cage hesitated. His lack of words and actions caused every function of my body to go haywire. Adrenaline raced through my veins, myriads of emotions washed through me. Why was he being so quiet? His eyes were already turned crimson which I suspected meant just one thing...he was angry. Angry! He seriously cannot be angry at me! " Because I know you wouldn't do it. I know you wouldn't agree to have an affair with me so I had to go with the other option and it's simply to protect us, me... but especially you... our mate bond from crumbling apart,"

Before I could scream bloody monster, I felt myself being pushed to the ground. I groaned out in pain as a figure caged me. I was so familiar with the scent that I knew who it was. " Zion?"

It was a cage disguised as a lifeline. But Nathan was behind bars. And no one else was coming. She reached for her phone. Her thumb hovered over Keiran’s contact. She’d burned the first contract. She hadn’t burned this one. And she didn’t know if that made her strong—or already his.

Along with the house being in white and lamps shone on the way in, a scent caught my senses, it was sweet and intoxicating but I was pulled out of my daze when I was pushed into a silver cage in a dark room which I haven't realised till now. After the warrior glanced over us, he then exited and locked the door before going back to the surface. I glanced over at my surroundings, the only light that was present was the lamp from the far end near the door whilst there were other cages, some empty and some with other wolves in, majority of which were rouges who looks like they've been crazed out of their salvation and lost their mind through the colour of their deep red eyes. I wasn't screaming