Crimson Heart Book Novels & Stories

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 promise you, I’m not that kind of alpha. Crimson Dawn has been a sanctuary pack for decades. No harm will ever come to you here.” I allow her a moment of respite in the hopes of allowing my statement to sink in. “Can you tell me what happened? Your last days at Purple Mountain and what happened to your arm.” I push subtly. I rub her back gently as she adjusts her position, returning her forehead to my neck so her voice isn’t as muffled.

he said. "I'm embarrassed," I told him as his fingers started to caress my inner thighs. The Crimson Warrior responded, "Let them hear us. That way, they know that we're doing it." After that, Noah started to kiss my lips. The Crimson Warrior that I had in mind was someone merciless. Yet, that man was very different to me. Instead, he treated me gently. How he treated me made me feel very warm. It was as if he told me that I was safe with him.

I left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

It was still gentle, yet it held fear and maybe a bit of curiosity. “I'm listening,” he said. I wanted him to tell me that no matter what, nothing would change, that his love for me would cease when the sky would collapse, but this was reality. My tragic reality. “I'm what I've been dreading to be and what you've always hated.” I looked down for a second then looked up at him. “I'm a Crimson.” Tears slid down my face once I uttered these words. I hated who I was. I hated my pack and I hated what was about to happen to me before it even happened.

“No, I owe you and your family. Now get out of here and go home to your wife. I heard congratulations are in order, you having a girl or a boy?” “Boy is what the ultrasound has shown and thank you. You know what? You can go back to the UAE and pay blood money for your crime,I think. Okay, great seeing you again Tire. I wish you’ll find your own happiness, maybe fall in love too? “Nah, who would want a criminal bastard like me? I don’t want to taint somebody else’ s blood by getting involved with me. Love is only for people without a tainted past. We had been thieves Brick and some. I am just so happy that you were able to rise above the filth and found a woman who loves you unconditionally.

I gasped and looked up into his face, seeing his eyes fully for the first time, and gasped again. His eyes were Amber, a very dark shade, making me lost within it for a mini second as the combined scent of spring and winter hit me—a scent of newness which seemed somewhat sour. A hot burning feeling washed over me so heavy that it took my breath away. I wanted to jump into his arms, to let my body melt into his.

The silence of the room amplified the sound of their breathing—his slow and heavy, hers shallow and sharp. Isabella stopped mid-movement, her hand resting against his sternum. She could feel the thick, rapid thud of his heart beneath his ribs, a heavy vibration of raw, lethal power. She looked up, her dark eyes wide, awake, and suddenly filled with a strange, predatory hunger that matched his own.

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

"Here take the book since you'll be sharing a room with a werewolf." He handed me the book and I took it looking over the dusty cover. The pages were yellow due to age and the spine was tattered. "Thank you, Liam," I said and then I wondered why Creed and I had to share a room since the house was massive. "I'll see you later Liam," I said and turned on my heel. "Hey don't go getting into any trouble and don't go into the basement." "I won't," I called back as I walked away to go find Creed.