Crimson Connect Novels & Stories

Delta Jonathan Jenkins, It has been a true pleasure working with your son, Jamie, during his visit to Crimson Dawn and I look forward to welcoming him again along with the rest of his family. Enclosed is a smartphone that I would like you to keep on you at all times. Charge it nightly and enjoy any free games you wish to d******d. I am the only one here with the number but I don’t mind you sharing with your family. Talk and texts are unlimited and I will keep it active until it is no longer needed. Please send a text when you receive this phone as I know Jamie is not aware of this package being in his bags and may not find it immediately upon returning home. Please don’t hesitate to contact

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

“Why is he suddenly so sensitive about Mirage? What is she to him?” “That is none of your fucking business,” Alex snapped once again, standing toe to toe with Krimson. “Alex.” This time, Cameron’s voice was a warning, before he turned to face Krimson. “Alpha Krimson, you seem to be forgetting that this isn’t your pack. If you think for one second that helping us means we have sold our honor and freedom, then name your price. We’d rather cut all connections right now and be done with this offer.”

If she could establish a connection with the Crimson Ridge Pack and bring them into the fold, it would solidify the bonds between all three packs and create an unbreakable alliance. As she delved deeper into the astral plane, she sensed the presence of the Crimson Ridge wolves, their fierce energy reverberating within her. She reached out to them, gently nudging at the edges of their consciousness, seeking permission to communicate. But instead of finding willing participants, Zyra encountered a barrier—a powerful force shielding the Crimson Ridge wolves from her touch. It was as if their minds were locked away, hidden from her intrusion. Confusion rippled through Zyra's thoughts.

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.

The screen glowed an unnatural blue against the damp stone walls before the call connected. "The terminal is live," Dante said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that barely vibrated the air. "Report, Ghost," Agent Miller’s voice crackled through the heavily scrambled line, sounding thousands of miles away. "We tracked your beacon to the Brera annex today. Did you get eyes on the primary financial ledger?"

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.

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.

The entire pack wallowed in the criminal. He and Malcolm had their kinks, but they didn’t make a business out of trading in it. The Crimson Nights ran a private club for supernaturals and catered to their kinks. Anything from blood dolls, women who enjoyed being fed off of. To those searching for pain and torture. Those were extremes, but the club specialized in milder things as well. Jordan frequented the club’s milder side in the past. He had no problem with that. What he had an issue with was the rumours the people serving were trafficked, and it wasn’t their choice.