Crimson Connect Novels & Stories

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

"You see, I am the alpha in the pack. You are supposed to be my Luna. I know that you are confused and upset right now. I am sorry about that. But you need to understand. Ryder is an outsider. Unless he is turned, the pack will kill him on sight. That is just how it works. If they smell human scents on you as part of your scent and your brother's they will kill you both. I won't let that happen. There is going to be a full moon tonight. You, tell me what you want to do? I will kill him or I will bite him and change him. He may die anyway. Your brother is not a strong child. But he has a better chance that way. Becoming a wolf may save his life. If he lives he will become strong like the othe

IVORY'S POV I woke up stressed and sore all over. I thought about skipping school. I don't want to see Amelia for another week, she is energy draining and it exhausts me. I'm an introvert, I would be perfectly happy doing introverted things if only I wasn't desperate for the money she has.

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

I got into the office ready to throw a tantrum if an apology was what they called to offer to me, the grey haired white doctor greeted me and stretched his hands towards the chair at his front, indicating I should have my sit. “ What’s wrong with her?” I asked immediately I took my sit, the doctor took up a chart and starred at it for a minute leaving me in an even greater suspense. He finally spoke up saying that Crimson was suffering from malnutrition and it affected blood pressure and contributed to her high body temperature. She was finally discharged after some few tests were conducted and I took her home after searching for my car keys for another hour. Crimson said nothing as we drove

Two fighting knives, I test the edge on my thumb. A perfect red line appears. Good. I sit at my desk. Three laptops wake with a soft chime. Shipment tracker: forty-two containers left Istanbul twenty-one hours ago. ETA Novorossiysk in four days. Port bribes already paid. Money flow: one hundred eighty million moved clean this week from three shell companies. Zero flags. Third screen: live feed from Anya’s room. Anya sits on the edge of the bed with her knees to her chest. The collar still in her hands.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

These animals live together in harmony, one which humans can never reacreate or experience. Mark tried to pick up Blake's scent but it became weaker and weaker, covered up by the strong scent of blood. He ran to the very edge of the forest near the highway so he could pick up Blake's Scent when he came upon a car crash site, his heart constricted in pain when he suddenly picked up Blake's scent again, which was even stronger and he ran closer and looked at the car, he sighed in relief when he saw that it was not Blake's car, he could still pick up Blake's scent from farther ahead.

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.