Crimson Heart Book Novels & Stories

"Someone recognized him. It looked like it was Sebastian." I paused for a moment, a wave of understanding washing over me. "Yeah," I whispered back, pressing my face into the warmth of Anthony's chest, his heartbeat strong and reassuring against my cheek. The snow outside piled up, silent and relentless, blanketing the mountains, rooftops, and the city in the distance. It covered everything–the grime, the pain, the memories we would rather forget. All the cold hatred and icy waters of my previous life seemed a world away then.

And still, he'd left her alone to face that snarling beast, caring about nothing but Lylith's safety. "Lylith got hurt protecting me. I can't just leave her hanging after that." Chuck's voice was sincere. "But you're different. We're partners for life." Lorrie almost laughed. Partners for life? Please. He wouldn't blink if she dropped dead tomorrow. Then Chuck said the words that turned her stomach. "Lylith is anemic. The hospital doesn't have her blood type. But you're a match—"

"And knowledge about what you're really facing." "Which is?" "Three Crimson Order houses. The Ravencrest, Blackthorne, and Silvermoon bloodlines. They've never worked together before. Something must have convinced them to set aside centuries of rivalry." "Why those three specifically?" Jordan asked. "I can't say, at least not yet." Ysara replied looking unsure for once and that gave me a feeling of satisfaction as I knew the reason myself. "It's Senator Hart, He's found out what calla is and is using this attack as a distraction and won't stop until he gets her," I finally answered grimly.

CLAIMING MY HEART I cannot believe I have met the Queen of Dire wolves. She is kind, but I can see the hurt behind her eyes with Cristina. Why does Cristina have to be so complicated? This war can still be stopped, even though she attacked and attempted to eliminate me. I still love her. I would do anything for her except this. Her children are like my own, and if I need to take Boy with me back after this, I will.

Chapter 4 Scarlett's POV If someone, even a psychic with a crystal ball, had told me this morning that by afternoon I’d have the hottest man in the city on his knees, his head buried between my thighs, devouring me like I was his last meal, I’d have laughed in their face. Dismissed it as nonsense, something too far fetched to even even consider, especially since things like this just did not happen to someone like me. Yet here I was, sprawled on the leather chaise in Blackwell Ashford’s private lounge, legs spread wide over his shoulders, fingers tangled in his hair, still trembling from the orgasm that had just torn through me.

I looked deeply into Crimson's eyes, pools of fiery determination, and found solace in his unwavering support. "But how, Crimson?" I questioned, my voice trembling with a mixture of regret and uncertainty. "How can I right the wrongs I have done? How can I heal the pain I have caused?" Crimson's presence strengthened, his ethereal form growing brighter within my mind. "The path to redemption lies in your actions," he explained, his voice infused with a pearl of wisdom. "Show Shea the depths of your remorse, and let your actions speak louder than any words can convey.”

At the center — where Divine Tower stood — a black flower bloomed on scorched earth, petals weeping blood like tears. Inside it, the black crystal pulsed faintly, glowing weakly — like a heart refusing to sleep. --- From afar, a woman’s voice cut through smoke: “So the Blood King’s era ends… but the Blood Heart’s story is not over.” She stepped from shadow — hair white as frost, eyes cold gold. On her chest, the old Crimson Pact symbol — recarved in fresh blood. “Evelyn Cross… I will awaken you. With this world’s blood.”

“It's a history section, of sorts. The Master believes a man should understand where he came from. Even the ugly parts. Especially the ugly parts.” I paused in front of a shelf near the fireplace, my eyes catching on a title that made my pulse stumble. [The Crimson Syndicate: A Study in Blood and Loyalty.] I pulled it free before I'd even fully decided to, the leather cool and slightly cracked beneath my fingers. I opened it carefully, and the pages fell open somewhere near the middle, worn soft from repeated reading, as though someone had returned to this particular section again and again. There was a photograph tucked between the pages, black and white, its edges gone soft with age.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

He trailed off, his breaths heavy, sweats beading on his temple. I forced my widened gaze back to normal, turning him to face me. I moved closer, closing in on the space between us. My hands found his broad chest, as I fixed my gaze on it. His heart was racing, thumping. Hard, and fast. Thump..thump..thump..thump….. My gaze lifted back to face him, and then I saw it. The faint glow of crimson. It wasn't the normal Alpha red, but this….it was a corrupted hue.