Crimson Angel Novels & Stories

The persistent rainfall had cleared by mid-afternoon, leaving behind a cold, reflective dampness across the city's private airfields. Inside the primary study at The Deep, Victoria stood before a sleek mahogany display case, fastening a pair of tear-drop diamond earrings. She wore an off-the-shoulder gown of deep midnight-blue velvet with a dramatic side slit, her dark hair pinned up into an intricate braided crown. The jewel tones of the velvet contrasted sharply with her pale skin, giving her the dangerous, mesmerizing appearance of a dark monarch.

Valen might try to stop her, and he might make her treat me kindly when he is around, but it’s what she would do when he isn’t around that has me concerned. I barely finish putting the cold stuff away before I feel Crimson pushing under the surface. She’s is furious that we may have been brought back here under false pretenses. I’m angry too. The next thing I know, I’m ripping the den’s door open before stomping down the stairs. Crimson pushes forward as I hold onto my anger and hurt, feeling trapped and devastated that I allowed myself to hope. Hope is a dangerous thing for omegas. You would think I would have learned my lesson by now.

She grins. I shake my head, Angel is foolish when it comes to seeing reality. She's not in love with Adrian, she's obsessed and needs to get that addiction treated but it's too late, she's forfeited her mate and now he is all she believes she has. Angel was friends with my older sister, so yes, she is older than Adrian. “Okay cougar, the ring?” I tilt my head and she strides away. I turn back to look at Camilla and Kristina, I grin summoning them into the ring. Kristina stays by ringside as Camilla slips in, she straightens where she is and we both nod.

So I decided on telling him after a few moments of deliberation. "After I finished changing, I began to walk back to the towel and a man and a woman - werewolves - stopped me. They said they were leaders of the rogue pack CrimisonAsh and had come to talk to me," I said, drawing in a shaky breath every few words, "The woman - her name was Angel - said she had a dream about the battle we'd be fighting. It was the one we planned, with Clive and River. She said we were totally outnumbered and, despite our efforts, everyone on our side was slaughtered. They told me they felt somewhat responsible and wanted to help us. They offered some of their wolves in the battle, to help us win the fight. I ha

Angel must provide me an heir and this was the only way out. Just as I held the knob, a soft voice reached my ears, attacking every strong thing in me. "I hate you, Winston! I hate you!" Angel continued. "You may have my existence but this will be done with the moment you have your heir!" And she sobbed even harder. My hold around the knob went firm and harder as I tried to wrestle with my heart. It doesn't matter what she said, it doesn't matter how she saw me. What matters was that I would be getting my revenge and an heir.

She had light brown hair, tanned skin, tears flowing heavily down her face, and blood soaking her long flowing dress, making it cling to her. I could see the large man talking but couldn't hear what he was saying. Angel started hitting some buttons on the console in front of us until there was sound and we could hear the man's booming voice. "Bring her out to me, and I may spare you all." Blake moved down the front steps with Landon and Dominic flanking him. "You know I won't do that Cain." The big guy growled, "it's Alpha Cain to you, pup, and if you wish to stand in my way, I will kill you all. Or maybe I may spare you all long enough to watch as my men and I have our fill of your mates."

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

“By silencing you forever.” He gasps, his face turns purple due to lack of air. I scoff. In a heartbeat, his neck cracks and the next moment, he is lying lifeless on the floor. One leech out. I look at his lackeys, whose legs are rooted to the floor, looking at me like they have seen a ghost. Well, not a ghost, a vampire to be honest. Well, seeing the vampire crown prince is a one-time affair after all. I smirk, and the next moment, they join their leader, Alan, on the cold floor.