Crimson Destiny Novels & Stories

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.”

I pick it up and run my fingers over the hard moon sigil pressed on the cover. “Interesting...” I mutter, opening to the first page. It simply lists: Goddess, Lycans, Witches, Bloodlines, and Hybrids. My pulse quickens. I flip through the pages, ignoring the ones that have been torn out clean. The writing is cramped and old-fashioned, talking about cursed beings. “The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.”

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

The priest asked again and yet Crimson didn't reply. The whole place became so quiet everyone waiting for Crimson's answer. "What is wrong with you Crimson?" Alpha Zaid whispered to her. "Tyler is not here." Crimson replied. "And so what? Everyone is waiting for your reply, Tyler can't determine the Destiny of our marriage Crimson, Please, the Moon goddess had chosen a time for us and once that time past, it will become a bad omen to us." Alpha Zaid said. "It's seem like her highness is not yet ready." The priest announced.

He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror. And she learned of the Crimson Zone, a place of darkness and despair, a prison built not of stone, but of blood and magic. She learned of its origins, its purpose, its secrets. The Crimson Zone was a place of torment, a hell on earth, a prison designed to contain the most dangerous and powerful vampires in the world. It was a place where hope was extinguished, where souls were lost, where the darkness reigned supreme.

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.”

‘My specie faces extinction Kaldar, and despite how traitorous this may sound—my species faces extinction from a greater pack of wolves, called the ‘Black Wolves’ There was something to the way it said the name, as if the name was a sacred word not to be spoken about but to be said in fear. “So? How does this have to affect us vampires?” I asked it, if the Black Wolves, or whatever it had called them, were only out to kill her pack then we vampires had nothing to worry about. ‘They won’t stop there… You know what Kaldar? On that roof,”—and it turned its head toward a particular duplex at the other side of the street”—you’ll find something that may interest you, a little motivation, may I cal

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

"That’s- impossible, we defeated her after the great war. It’s impossible for her to leave a heir in this world!” Heimzel nodded solemnly, his gaze locked with Reina's. "It is true, my daughter. The Crimson Witch was a formidable force, a powerful vampire who struck fear into the hearts of our ancestors. She was relentless, her thirst for power unmatched. The Silvermoon Pack, our pack, waged a battle against her, and in the end, she was defeated. But her legacy lives on."