Another Name For Crimson Novels & Stories

He gave the signet ring back, “To whom do I owe this pleasure?” The woman smiled and put the ring back on her middle finger, “A polite Alpha as well, I thought you were some brute and only knew a high level of violence.” She tucks her blonde hair elegantly, “My name is Amanda Crimsonite, a cousin twice removed of Gale Crimsonite.” “Nice to meet you, Miss Amanda.” And then, a smirk appeared on Arthur’s face, “and woman, I know how to put some professionalism over pleasure, and you… don’t know about how I enjoyed the pleasure as it is.”

"Who are you?" Something cold and knowing flickered behind those red eyes as he fixed his attention on mine. "You are already aware of who I am." A shiver went through my body. No. It was not feasible. The Crimson Alpha was a moniker only used in terror, a legend, a tale passed down among warriors. He had passed away. Centuries had passed since his death. Nevertheless, he was directly in front of me. Beside me, Shaun stiffened. "This... this isn't true."

I said. He seemed to have breathed out a sigh of relief "well I don't think they know that, even if they do they might not believe it". I looked up at him and he had a psychopathic smile on his face, I stepped back a little I immediately turned the corner and started walking to my room, "you haven't told me your name crimson" he Shouted. I stopped walking, without turning I replied "Rowan, My name is Rowan". "That's a nice name, but am still gonna call you crimson" I turned and glared at him annoyed.

__________________ **PROLOGUE** "You don't escape me, Crimson. Not in this life. Not in the next. You were mine the moment you breathed your first, and I'll carve my name into your soul until you remember it." CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

Remembering those awful moments gave me mixed feelings. All I wanted before was attention from him, but that’s all gone. I didn’t need it anymore. Now, I was strong enough to be on my own. I could now protect myself even if I’m not Luna… His Luna. I shook my head in dismay, about to refuse the meeting. But I suddenly felt like I had heard the name of Crimson Pack somewhere before. I searched hard in my memory and finally remembered where I had seen this name before. Albert had mentioned several times in his emails that the Crimson Pack had some kind of conflict with Drake, the Rogue King, and was notorious in the Wakeland.

I swallowed. “It was under my pillow.” Sofia carefully picked it up. Her fingers barely touched the pendant before she gasped. “This is Crimson stone.” I frowned. “Crimson stone?” “From the Crimson Kingdom. It is one of the rarest gemstones in the supernatural world.” Her voice had dropped to almost a whisper. “Only the royal family has access to this kind of stone. They use it as a symbol of bloodline and authority,” she swallowed. “Ordinary wolves cannot purchase it. Even wealthy families are forbidden from possessing it unless the royal court grants them permission.”

Emmet wobbled out, trying to maintain the calm smile on his face. "Yes," Red_Two maintained without an ounce of hesitation. Red_Two shouldn't have placed so much trust in him. He may have played himself on this one, appearing too friendly and some kind of all-around, can-do-anything superhero. Emmet wracked his name for names associated with the colour red. Crimson was too obvious and showy for somebody he was aiming to hide. Rory maybe would work, but Emmet wasn't particularly confident in the name, remembering the sci-fi TV shows he used to watch, and how on the nose the name would be in this situation.

Drishti said, pointing at the two. "How does that matter? Red is just red," Shravan said, buttoning up his shirt. "No way. Red is not just red. There are different shades of red, like apple red, garnet red, scarlet red, wine red, blood red, merlot red..." "Okay, okay. That's enough. Go for the cherry one," Shravan said, choosing a random one offhandedly. "Oh! But wouldn't crimson red look better on me?" Drishti said.

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.