Romans & histoires Crimson Characters

It would give them a chance to interfere in pack matters. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, making my heart feel constricted under the pressure, the blank screen finally connected the call and the face of an unknown man appeared on the screen. Alpha Krimson had long black hair that touched his shoulders. It reminded me of Darcia in his late teens. But somehow, this man managed to make it look intimidating and professional at the same time. However, the most noticeable feature about the man who seemed to be built like a tank, were his bright red eyes. A definitive sign of a rogue wolf.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Crimson was satisfied with the way things are turning out, she had successfully turn the table around and marlee a mess of the three evil friends. She herself was a kind and soft person but was a no nonsense and can be extremely evil when she is stepped on, she is very wise and sly that they can't beat her at all.

Wrath muttered, “Holy shit he’s hardcore.” And Allistair was now grinning like it was his birthday. Lilith raised an eyebrow, taken aback. Lucifer gestured sharply. “Explain. Now.” Kaelen sighed. Then, with the resignation of someone confessing to forgetting to take the chicken out of the freezer, he said: “I’m… an assassin, name's Crimson.” Tyrel spoke hearing this familiar name. "Oh the famous serial killer they were talking about. And my favorite one. Wow didn't think I'd met you in person."

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

Kristen knew very well that Tommy had caused the black eye as she noticed his bruised knuckles that morning too. Even while angry and with one eye swollen shut, he still looked handsome. It wouldn’t be so bad to get married and look at this handsome face for the rest of my life, she mused. The thought disappeared from her mind immediately it entered. She could not get married to a man simply because he was handsome. His looks were important but not nearly as important as his character, how he viewed her. Kristen wanted to the man she was to marry to love her, to cherish her, to treat her like an egg, to love her mind, to pamper her. All Adrian did was to make cum. It was nice, breathtaking t

The minute the area is clear of any Bampires, she gestures for me to come into the courtroom, where we have a shocked Lady Candice staring at me in fear. “Lady Candice, I am Cristina, the new High harbinger leader of not solely this council but of the entire planet. You are here for the assassination of Lord Cameron of Bluestoria your husband. How do you plead, Lady Candice?” she stares at me before responding to Cristina’s question. “I, Lady Candice of Bluestoria plead guilty to slaughtering my husband, Lord Cameron. The reason I murdered him was that he took the one thing I treasured the most away from me, her!” She replied to Cristina as she pointed in my direction.

KRISTINA'S POV The Crimson Snow Pack members gathered together in the lobby. We were all dressed identically, but I felt like I stood out the most. Our theme was supposed to make us wear all black, and yet, I was the only exception—I wore a red dress that was tight on my waistline, which exposed the curves of my body. Even my breasts almost popped out because of their size. This was what Laurence told me to wear a while ago in preparation for his coronation night.

The word slammed into me again, the same word Sydney had spat at me like an insult I wasn't meant to understand. "What is a Crimson wolf?" The question tore out of me, desperate, hungry for an answer I'd been denied my entire life. "Crimson wolves are omegas — easy to underestimate, easy to overlook at a glance. But their minds move faster and sharper than any other bloodline that's ever existed. That gift made them hunted." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They were the rarest bloodline the Makasi Moon Pack ever produced." So I wasn't sick. I wasn't cursed. I was the last surviving thread of something ancient and rare.

Life could have been exciting for him if only Crimson was part of the drooling multitude interested in him. As for Crimson she wanted nothing more than to end the year as fast as possible. It was torture enough for her to see girls flaunt themselves all over Charles but the fact that she was not ready to acknowledge her jealousy and the reason for it, made the torture even more severe. CHARLES POV