A Cage Of Crimson Novels & Stories

Crimson eyes glint like polished glass, and his smile is pure predator—hungry and sure of his kill. “Stop there, Warlock,” Zarek says, his voice smooth but edged with command. “We don’t need you for this.” I feel Alex hesitate beside me, his steps slowing, but I keep moving forward. The “horse trailer” I thought I saw is no trailer at all. It’s a cage. A cage made of thick silver bars gleaming under the night sky. Inside, a massive black figure slams against the rails, the sound metallic and violent. My heart stops.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

Four hours later, Cora and I stood outside Crimson Den with legs that were shaking and suddenly refused to move. The building…looking just normal and plain. Just a plain brick warehouse squatting on the edge of neutral territory—no neon signs, no velvet ropes, no bouncers in suits. Only a single red bulb glowing above a steel door like a warning light. Cora tapped my shoulder, and I jumped before turning to her. She was grinning. “How are you feeling?”

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.

Not like a cage. Like a battlefield.

At the bottom of the last page was her original tagline for Crimson Core: **“Unforgiving. Untouched. Undone by no one.” Ximena reached for her pen. And wrote a new one beneath it. **“You stitched me apart. Now watch what I make from it.”**

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

<<34>> * There will always be a way. * **** ---- Mia ---- I didn't know when I actually fell asleep... All I knew was, I found myself in the dream Land. I was in a very large cage... Similar to a bed cage as I could see what was going on outside. The cage was hung up in such a way that I could view everything going on beneath. I was alone in that cage... Tied up and looking so malnourished and weak.

The sky begins to quickly fill up with dark clouds as the last standing witches beside her finally succumb to death. “You have hunted us, made us hide in darkness, burnt our people on stakes of fire, and so I curse you and all your kind to the same fate. You shall always have to hide away in the darkness. The sun and fire will be your nemesis...” Blood spurts from Catherine’s mouth as she tries to continue her speech, her body quivering hard under the onslaught of the wind. The red mist around her disappears, and as she falls to her knees the last she sees is a red sun rising up above the dark clouds, and then darkness.