Crimson Alchemist Novels & Stories

He moved like smoke, like death. In one breath, he was behind the first cultist. In the next, he tore his heart out with a flash of crimson claws. The others screamed. Too late. A blur of silver and black. Blood painted the trees. And then silence. Only the girl remained—wide-eyed and shaking. Alaric knelt beside her, cutting her chains with a single swipe of his claw. “You’re safe,” he said, his voice like cold fire. “Who were they?” She swallowed hard. “They called themselves the Crimson Order… They said they were preparing for the return of someone named Lucifer.”

“I was already doing it, you did not have to yank it off me!” Lev says nothing. His rough hand pushes the heavy door open wide. Then he shoves me hard inside. I stumble. Yelp. The box is small. Dark red walls. Two soft chairs. A low table with a bottle and one glass. Half full. Blood red liquid. And a man. His back is to me. Shirtless. Skin pale like snow. Tattoos cover every inch. Black ink. Wolves. Knives. Skulls. Snowflakes. In the middle, huge, the Morozov crest. The same wolf.

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.

“Alaric?” “I’m sorry, Adriana,” Alpha Alaric said, clenching his teeth and furrowing his brows as if he was under a lot of pain. “Don’t…” “The wolves in Crimson Blood are hybrids. Half wolf, half vampyrs,” Ravenna cut him off. “But please don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.” “What is wrong with him?” Adriana said, unable to keep her eyes away from Alaric and his invisible struggle.

"Hey Omega, get your ass from there, you have work to do." I sigh softly to myself as I get up from the floor very wet, my hands still throbbing. I'm wearing torn pants and a well worn old shirt handed down to me by the head servant, this has been my uniform since I started here. Who would have thought that three years ago I was treated like a princess, loved and respected by everyone, but now as I look at my hands ridden with calluses, I realize again that those days are forever behind me. I'm never going to be important again, not even in the outside world and all because I am a weakling, a trash_ I am an Omega in a family of Alphas. I have always felt I was different from my siblings beca

__________________ **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

Explain the alchemist! ​Silas’s eyes darted frantically across the hall. Seeing his support evaporate in real-time, his face twisted into a grotesque snarl of hatred. He pulled a concealed crimson glass vial from his tunic and slammed it onto the stone altar beside his chair. ​If I cannot have the South, Silas screamed, then no one will!

Seraphina's gaze softened as she began to recount the tale of the Crimson Pack's previous Alphas and how their fates had intertwined with the dark magic that now threatened Rey and Lucius. "Long ago, the Crimson Pack faced a formidable enemy, much like the one you now confront," Seraphina began. "The dark magic was once vanquished, but its remnants remained, lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to return. The previous Alphas, your predecessors, sought to protect the pack from this malevolent force." "They battled valiantly," Seraphina continued, "but in their final moments, they were consumed by the dark magic they sought to defeat. Their sacrifices were not in vain, for they m

He shook his head, "No, my friend. There is a pack whose alpha shares your traits; we are what you might call allies, adversaries to Crimson. If you can collaborate with them, I assure you that your desires regarding Drew will be fulfilled." An adversarial group targeting the Crimson pack? There are numerous packs that harbor deep animosity towards them. Legends suggest that the alpha lineage once wielded immense power, though these tales may be mere myths. Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies.

''How many of you are in this school? I lifted my chin. I didn't know anything about sex and I could get tongue tied in front of the hottest guy I had ever seen but I was Amelia Rhinehart, daughter of Christopher Rhinehart, vampire royalty and this line of conversation, it was my territory. ''Why would I tell you that?''