Crimson Chin Villains นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Although there was no deep-seated hatred between these three powerful families, there was always a competitive relationship. Aiken could grudgingly understand if the Jansons and the Suttons joined forces to attack the Chanters to seek some benefit. However, the Central Region Dragon Corps, typically responsible for maintaining order and rarely involving themselves in martial world disputes, now allied with the Jansons and the Suttons to confront the Chanters. This was beyond bewildering to Aiken, and he struggled to comprehend what could be behind this unprecedented alliance. "Aiken, let's not beat around the bush!" Pierre said sternly, getting straight to the point. "According to our invest

An influx of information regarding the owner of the body rapidly flowed into his brain. Apparently, the body owner was his counterpart in a universe where you are categorized into three groups: Alpha, Beta, and Omega. Wei Lin Feng was an omega who will go to any length to keep the spotlight on himself. Lin Feng was famously known as a villainous omega who tried to kill his half-brother not once but a dozen times due to jealousy. He failed because someone was always interfering with his plans. Unfortunately, the last time he tried to kill his half-brother, he was beaten by his father and abandoned by everyone he knew. For a spoiled little omega. Living his life alone, thrown away, is worse th

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

“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.

The old Syndicate hub pulsed with danger, its shadowed halls a stage for the underworld’s elite. Kai Castellano adjusted his tailored suit, his icy blue eyes sharp behind a false identity as a Sicilian ally. The Order of Cinders’ manifesto had exposed their plan to seize the city, and Valentina’s intel pinpointed Viktor Crane’s meeting with global mafia leaders as their next target. Their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—stood on the edge, Crane’s tie to Kai’s mother a wound that festered. Kai’s jaw clenched, their rooftop kiss, Gianna’s fierce strength, a flame that burned through his fear of losing her.

Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Mafia boss was. Luck was not on her side. Leo was already smelling fire. The lce King was not going to let some skunk outbid him, especially seeing that he was bidding for Vinca. Frost raised the bid to 50 million just to show Damont who's boss, but Damont raised it to 60 million, causing Ana's nails to dig into his thigh. They were not in a position to lose that kind of money over a stupid bid. Frost had a crooked smile. "Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?"

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

"The clubhouse... it’s lit up like a Christmas tree, Prez. But those aren't our colors on the gate." Ruan’s jaw set into a hard, white line. He didn't slow down. "Describe them." "Red and gold," Vulture spat. "The Crimson Kings. They’re a gutter gang from the valley. They wouldn't dare breathe our air if the Phantoms were whole." "They think the King is dead," I whispered, clutching Ruan’s waist. I could feel the heat radiating off him, a simmering volcano ready to erupt. "They think the board is clear."

He could not even find a spot in the lowest rungs of the criminal ladder. The last anyone heard of Sebastian, he was a ghost of his former self, haunting the grimiest parts of the slums and docks. His clothes were rags, his leg a festering wound, and his mind a foggy mess. He clung to life in the filth, surviving on scraps and the pity of strangers. Whenever someone passed by, he would latch onto their sleeve, rambling and sometimes bursting into wild laughter or tears. "I am Sebastian Vitale! The lord of the Vitale house! Bow and kiss my ring, you insects!

His voice was barely audible. “They’re lying…” He gasped painfully. “You have to—” The crimson light exploded again. Victor screamed. His body arched backward unnaturally before he slowly stood. When he looked up again… His eyes were crimson once more. The Crimson One smiled. “What an inconvenience.” Lucian’s expression darkened. “He’s still in there.” The Crimson One shrugged. “Barely.” Amara’s heart tightened. Despite everything Victor had done… Part of him was still fighting.