Crimson Connect Novels & Stories

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

A calming breath through my nose settled me and I cleared my throat. ​“Thank you for coming. Welcome to Tencrest Manor. Tonight marks the 200th year of the Crimson Accord. This season’s Crimson Ball focuses on the unity of the Founding Ten, those who helped build the Accord and continue to support its history and tradition. We have a busy month ahead of us. Events are scheduled for most nights and I encourage everyone to partake. Please do not hesitate to ask the staff, if you have specific needs. I look forward to pursuing another year of peace between our families.” I spare a look at Abigail who has retreated to her seat and am relieved to see her approving smile.

Marcus asked, his brow furrowing. "The foundation is the exposure," Isabella countered fiercely, leaning over the desk. "I created the Brera node specifically for this. We ingest the dirty cash as 'anonymous high-net-worth donations,' layer it through our medical clinics in Albania, and extract it as clean, legitimate infrastructure bonds. It's foolproof, provided my father’s underbosses stop losing terminals to the Marcones." Marcus sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Enzo claims he has a new man. The one standing in the garage right now. The Ghost."

The window was rolled down and the woman; San’s mother, pulled down the sunglasses she was wearing. “Hello, Camden.” She said, waving at him. Camden waved back, greeting the woman as if they had known each other since forever, then he looked at Chloe and said. "This is Chloe, she’s my sister.” He introduced. The woman looked at her from Camden with a small smile. "Hi, Chloe, I'm this little guy’s mother.” She said, rubbing his hair. "It's nice to meet you. You're so pretty.” She said and Chloe smiled.

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.

Just one more thing for my anger to latch onto. Rhett walked out of a side room, as I passed the reception area. “What's the deal with Hunji and Kolby?” I asked before Rhett could get a word out. I’m sure the expression on my face said it all. I was in no mood to fuck around right now. Rhett got straight to the facts. “Right, so… Kolby came back from Abner Brooks – got into a crash. Hunji found the crash on his way from the Kodiak Kingdom, Crimson disappeared for two days – Hunji had him detained when he crossed into New Moon. He doesn’t trust Crimson, so he wants to hold him here. But.” Rhett scratched his nose. A telltale sign he was apprehensive about something. “and uh… yeah, Crimson is

“The missing Alpha is the key. If he’s alive, then someone has him locked up in a lab. I don’t know what kind of experiment was performed but his blood is what’s been used to create these false crimsons. This isn’t just about power any more, but about controlling the very essence of what makes the FireHeart untouchable for generations.” Daemon nodded, his eyes bright with a sudden light. He left the kitchen and came back with his laptop, tapping away. He smiled. “It’s written here in the private LunarPulse website; A crimson wolf can transfer a bit of their power to their mate when they perform the mating rituals. This power can only be manifested if given willingly, and taken willingly. Onl

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The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

I blinked at her and she nodded. “They’re good at what they do,” she defended. “And besides, their chief owed me a favor.” “And you didn’t tell me about it,” I added with a purr. “I’m sorry,” she came back. “I already apologized. But it yielded a result. The guy just texted. She said the contact is someone on the highest ladder of the Crimson Circle. They are the ones that run the business here.” “Zeke seems pretty high up the ladder, but Zeke’s not a woman,” I noted.