Crimson Heart Book Novels & Stories

Four years later in the Robin's house:: "Good m…." Crystal who was hurrying to go into the kitchen tried greeting but then Red interrupted her kind gestures. "Will you get your filthy face off my sight this minute!!" He ordered in a rude tone. He got disgusted seeing how she had ran out from no where and bumping into him. He disliked it when humans who weren't related to him acted all weird more especially when it was a female gender. His hands were fixed into his blue jean pockets and his gaze on Crystal was cold. She felt shirtless as she stood in front of him.

The fire is burning the building all-round the place. Then he notices one of the victims turn into a wolf and launches himself at a vampire and then more and more people turning into wolves and charging at the Vampires; it is a Werewolf pack. Seeing the scene in front of him, his heartbeat quickens. He frantically searches for something amidst the chaos. Due to anxiety, his heartbeat quickens more and more. As he prepares himself to join in the chaos, his eyes catch a familiar black wolf, with blue eyes that are now looking at him, eyes filled with both pain and love.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

“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.” Reading this gives my heart a little jump. They aren't called cursed here. They are called Crimson-born. I turn the page, but the next sheet is gone, ripped out so neatly it’s obvious someone didn’t want anyone reading what came next. A sudden sound makes me flinch. Moaning. It starts soft, then builds. A woman’s voice, breathy and loud, followed by a man’s deep grunt. “…Jareth…” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts and snap the

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Sharp as a knife. My heart jolted. What was he going to do to me? The High Witch stepped forward and bowed her head. The entire room was silent. Her voice echoed off the walls, practiced and polite. “This is Seraphina Noir, last of the Noir Coven, a peace offering, Your Majesty. A gesture from the surviving covens.” Peace offering. What a lovely way to say sacrifice. I didn’t bow, didn’t kneel. My heart pounded so hard in my chest it felt like it wanted to come out, but I locked my knees and fixed on him for a few seconds before I quickly looked away.

IVORY’S POV My eyes snap open, and the world is all wrong. Instead of the damp, familiar stone of my quarters, I see an ornate ceiling of painted frescoes and chiseled gold. Instead of the smell of mold, there’s the scent of spices and clean linen. And instead of safety, there’s him. My heart seizes, a rabbit kicking against my ribs, as I see the King’s hand hover just above my head, frozen in a gentle act I don’t comprehend.

"Are you thinking about your mom again? Do not think about it anymore. You have me now. I am your family." I leaned against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each heartbeat pressed into me like a blunt knife, carving a deeper ache inside. I thought, 'He's always so kind and dependable. How could this man be one of the people who killed my mother?' When Caleb abandoned my mother to care for Olivia, Ryan seemed like a savior. He arrived with a doctor in tow, a supposed beacon of hope slicing through the shadows. Now, I understood the truth. That doctor never came to save her; he came to take her heart. This explains why my mother's funeral was so swift.

I would tell her, but I actually really like her, and I didn’t want to be the one to break her heart because anyone could see how in love, she was with him. This Crimson situation needed to be figured out fast and soon. Because I wasn’t sure how many more nights I could take of the burning feeling in my heart. That’s right, even though neither Crimson nor I had marked each other, for some reason each time he was intimate with Gillian, I knew. My heart ached and I felt like I had the worst case of indigestion ever. Except that feeling of indigestion came straight from the center of my heart.

Nag-aalalang tanong ni Crimson sa dalaga. “No! Stop! Aahhh!!” Umalingawngaw ang isang sigaw matapos hiwain ni Crimson ang díbdíb ni Harris at pwersahan na ipasok ang kamay niya rito. Hinugot niya ang puso nito, tuluyan nang nawalan ng buhay ang binata. “Harris, I'm sorry... babe oh my God...” Umiyak nang umiyak si Psyche habang inilagay ni Crimson ang puso ng kanyang nobyo sa hita nito.