Crimson Angel Novels & Stories

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

the voice barks louder. They all move back to their various seats, grumbling. We finally get to fully see the two women after everyone is seated. While the first is a plain looking old woman with full grey hairs and buxom body, the other, Brea, is a slim young teen girl looking not older than us. The girl casts the picture of an angel descended from the heavens with her flowing white gown and regal airs which is so pure and clean—even more so than the white matron back at home. Her eyes are ocean blue, glowing even in the near darkness, and there are tiny splashes of blood on the white gown which does nothing to hide her womanly curves, and another trail of blood on her left lip.

The angel who had a feathery, white and vast wings rattled a noise and flew towards the struggling demon. Damona's eyes glowed when she saw the angel in front of her. Damona suddenly gets frozen while staring at the angel who had the face of Azrael. His feathery, white and strong wings were shining so bright causing her to gasp in awe. Their gaze connected and it looked like they couldn't tore their gaze away from each other. Suddenly, Damona's eyes turned back to silvery red color and was no longer imitating the fire. It was oddly calm and looked lost while staring intensely at the angel's mesmerizing golden brown eyes. The angel's presence oddly calmed her down. She felt the strong connect

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

"And the Ghost is born. Are you certain about this, Agent? Once you step through those gates, the Bureau cannot pull you out. You are officially an unregistered rogue." "I’ve been a ghost for ten years," Dante replied, his eyes tracing the silhouette of his mother’s face on a burning photograph before it turned to cinder. "Is the Vanni introduction set?" "It is. Enzo 'The Cleaver' Vanni is bleeding thirty million dollars a week because the Marcone family is raiding his northern supply lines. He’s desperate, paranoid, and looking for unlisted muscle. But he will test you, Dante. He’ll want to see if you bleed blue or crimson."

With a dull boom, dazzling fireworks exploded across the night sky, shattering into millions of starlights before slowly falling away. The shifting light painted Victor’s profile in flickers of brightness and shadow, like something out of a dream. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he murmured, “Do you like it? I prepared this just for you.” I stared at the brilliant yet fleeting display, and an uncontrollable sadness hit me. This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear.

My father spoke, “It is here, in this place, that we celebrate today the reconciliation between the Shadowmoon Pack and the Crimson Fang Pack. Dark disputes once fueled fierce conflicts between us, conflicts born of primal instinct and ancient rivalries. But now, all of that is behind us. Under the full moon, we begin a new chapter. And so, I offer you the most precious thing I have, the hand of my daughter Valeria, to become the mate of the Crimson Fang Pack’s Alpha.” The wolves howled loudly in response, their united voices echoing throughout the forest and rising toward the stars. Then, A deep voice cut through the harmony. The Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack stepped forward, his gaze loc

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.

“I don’t need you to look at me as if I were a stupid lost little girl.” Krimson let out a deep breath, one that seemed to be drawn from the very depths of his chest. He crouched down in front of me, until he was at my height. He didn’t try to touch me. He didn’t try to comfort me. He was just there. Present. Steady. Real. “It’s not pity I feel,” he murmured in a low voice, like restrained thunder. It’s anger, Lyra. An anger that consumes me at the sight of you trailing behind someone who never deserved you.