Crimson Destiny Novels & Stories

She asked herself but the answer is nothing except hurting him at the end. She thought he would’ve fallen in love with someone else in these past years but he didn’t just like her. Even for her, life is tough. But he got all the chances to get himself another woman but he waited for her, not intentionally. Is this called destiny? Once Charlotte prayed to God that she has been with her parents and Jaxson lifelong, after seeing the shooting star. But her prayers didn’t happen and she loved all her faith in the Almighty. They again met now; she wondered what Jaxson had prayed at that time.

I opened it and felt the world tilt. Crimson Dawn wasn't just recruiting Ascended humans. They were building an army. Fifty thousand trained, disciplined, fanatical soldiers. And they were planning coordinated strikes on every major supernatural stronghold simultaneously. The target list was comprehensive and terrifying. Silver Moon pack. Ravencrest's vampire coven, now leaderless and vulnerable. Luna's Nightshade pack. The Survivor Camp where refugees had gathered. Every major supernatural settlement. All at once. "When?" I demanded. "Intelligence suggests one week. They're finalizing preparations now."

She looked out over the wolves who had come to witness her crowning, seeing faces she knew and faces she did not, seeing hope and fear and love and uncertainty. I am not the Luna you expected, she continued. I am not the gentle mate who stands quietly at her Alpha's side. I am not the traditional leader who follows paths worn smooth by generations before. I am something else entirely. She paused, letting her words settle. I am the Crimson heir. I carry three thousand years of power in my blood. I have fought and bled and nearly died for every wolf in this valley. And I will continue to fight, to bleed, to die if necessary, for the future we build together.

The bold red gemstone, combined with the delicate detailing, made it a standout piece that perfectly complemented her overall look. Called the Crimson Fate, the necklace embodied the deep, red color symbolized by "crimson" and the notion of destiny implied by "fate." It poetically suggested that the necklace, with its striking red gemstone, was destined to play a significant role in the wearer's life – almost as if it was meant to find its way to them, intertwining beauty and destiny. It also captured the essence of life's passionate emotions, destined encounters, and the strength to overcome challenges, all contributing to one's unique journey and legacy.

He took her hand again, carefully, gently and whispered into the dim room. "You broke me once, Nancy. But God help me... I don't think I can watch you break again." His thumb brushed her knuckles. The room fell into silence. Nancy slept. Arjun stayed. And the past they never spoke of sat between them, finally awake. _____________ On the other hand, Ryker was already at the place where he was ready to unleash the devil inside him. He was ready to taste blood again but in a little more crueler way but not cruel enough to end his prey. The dungeon was the place no one in the country knew existed. A forgotten underground chamber beneath the old horse stables- cold stone walls, rusted rings hamme

Damien said. "And why should I hurry? I have waited for this day for 40 years, and now you want me to end it so easily? I have to enjoy every bit of it; that's the real fun." Uncle Gavin said, and I gazed upon an even darker side of him as more time passed. Nate's gaze returned to me. "Seems you still get to go first. Send my regards," he said, his fingertip closing in on the trigger. "Sierra!" Adrian yelled, only to bump into Nate, grabbing the pistol from his grasp. In a blink, he aimed it at Damien, pulling the trigger, only for Uncle Gavin to come in line as the bullet pierced his stomach.

Only the cold satisfaction of destiny fulfilled. I watched the last of the twinkling light, blink off, then started to make my way down towards Crimson Moon gates. As the smoke curled into the night sky, a single thought rang clear in my mind: Blood for blood, and power for the taking. I stepped out through the gates of my pack, crown raised high, ready to claim my victory and crush any spark of hope that will linger in the soon-to-be ruins of Crimson Moon’s once-proud domain.

Unless Zante allowed me to live on the territory and maybe I might meet my mate. “No. We have everything we need here since when we’re you so defeated. Remember what you wrote in your diary” Crimson purred in my mind. She was right though, I had everything I needed, and I wasn’t about to give it up for anyone, not even their mate. Crimson was begging for me to shift, making arms have a coating of her and my claws extended. She needed to run but I couldn’t trust her to not run to find the men. Sensing this she turns her back on me and disappears into the back of my mind.

Although alot of those cowards had died in the course of the clean up, I still hadn't really killed anyone in the course of my mission. I mostly did the provocation and made allies trun against each other. Once the betrayal started, the insecurity came in full force and with that bullets were sent to safeguard secrets. Crimson's dad left after sternly warning me to not mess with his daughter and I was heading to my hotel room when Crimson call came in. She sounded panicked and out of breath, spewing words that sounded like "The whole school knows that we are dead". I couldn't get much from her at that moment but I at least got her location so I rushed to get her.

And Crimson was bleeding before the first battle even began. ....