Crimson Heart Book Novels & Stories

"and you threw my love, feelings, emotions and trampled on it because you never wanted it and it's lying on the ground just like our photo." No this is wrong. Your love is very precious for me. I want your love. I tried to join the photo and after few attempts I finally joined it. Even though it was not perfect but I did not let Ranveer's love stay on the ground. I looked at the broken pieces of photo frame. "You have broken my heart into pieces like the broken pieces of the photo frame." Ranveer I am sorry. I walked towards the broken photo frame. "Shit!” again a glass pierced my foot and I removed it only to realize that I was bleeding but at this Moment this was not so important.

He was supposed to be silver eyes and shadows, irritation and impossible calm, the man who stood too close and answered questions badly, the one who made wolves lower their heads and ancient doors open with a sigh. He was not supposed to lie still in the snow because I had bound myself to him and Damien had found the seam. The Crown whispered from far below. Let me. My hands curled into fists. No. It purred through my bones. I can restart him. I closed my eyes for one breath. The graveyard shifted around me. The cold moon. The black roses. The soul lights circling anxiously overhead. Damien’s blood crawling across the tomb. Let me in, the Crown whispered. I can make the Heart beat.

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.

Crimson let out a sharp, pathetic grunt, stumbling backward into a row of wooden chairs as thick crimson blood instantly sprayed from his nostrils, covering his mouth and chin. He snarled, his eyes flashing a dangerous, bright amber as his inner wolf violently pushed to the surface, and he lunged back at me in a blind rage. We crashed hard into the solid stone wall, a brutal, chaotic scuffle breaking out as the other Alphas jumped out of their chairs to get out of the way. Crimson managed to get a tight grip on the lapels of my jacket, trying to use his weight to throw me down to the floor, but I quickly caught him by the throat, using my momentum to slam him hard against the massive stone p

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

I am terrified of what this brutal, crippled monster will do to me once the doors close and the pack guards leave me behind in the Crimson Citadel. I stop right at the foot of his chair. The thick scent of expensive tobacco, dark magic, and raw, predatory ash floods my nose, making my inner wolf whimper in absolute submission. As he slowly tilts his head up, the dim candlelight catches the sharp lines of his face, illuminating the faint scar running across his collarbone. My heart stops dead in my thoracic cavity. My jaw drops, a silent gasp escaping my lips as my eyes widen in sheer horror.

“No.” “You misunderstand, Natalie. Only a Crimson blood can give rise to a Crimson Wolf. If these rogues are truly Crimsons, then their existence suggests one disturbing possibility.” I frowned. “What possibility?” “The only crimson wolves that currently exist is the Alpha of the FireHeart pack, who is missing and even presumed dead. That should be the end of the crimson bloodline for there is no more birthing of such powerful creatures. It’s understandable if the FireHeart pack could be the culprit. But then, where did they get a crimson wolf to even begin the experiment?”

Could sense her trying to assess the situation, trying to determine whether the threat posed by openly confronting a member of the Crimson Crown Pack was worth the satisfaction of ensuring my death. From my position in the cabin, I could see part of what was happening outside. Lydia stood perhaps ten feet from the destroyed doorway, dressed in hunting leathers, her honey-blonde hair pulled back in a practical braid. Behind her, I could see the outlines of three hunters in wolf form—massive creatures with Obsidian Peak's characteristic bronze coloring. But they were holding back. Not advancing. Not attacking. Because Rowan was right. Challenging a member of the Crimson Crown Pack in neutral t

"Didn't you humans learn to knock before entering? Or is the barbarism of your kind still intact?" Lila looked at him, fear and confusion in her sky-blue eyes. She wanted to argue but knew she was in the wrong. She tried to deflect. "Oh… that's a lovely scent. Is it your shampoo or… cologne? It reminds me of a forest. Like walking through the woods after rain, with the sun shining softly." She said it innocently, describing the fragrance she caught. Little did she know, those words made Ryan's heart pound violently, almost breaking out of his ribs. He slammed his fist against the door, his voice a barely contained growl. "What do you want?"

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.”