Crimson Heart Book Novels & Stories

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.

Feeling strong arms wrap around me from behind, I instantly recognize Damien's embrace as I take a deep breath and relax my body against his. I shut my eyes as Crimson begins to pick up the blood coated dagger and starts to chat before I feel as she steadily plunges it straight into my heart. A small cry leaves my lips as pain radiates throughout my body followed by an intense burning sensation before everything goes black. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ A soft melody fills my ears as warm air hits my skin and as I open my eyes and adjust to the bright light, I gasp at the beautiful scenery around me.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

"Kevin please. Don't try to act sweet or take care of me it's making things complicated for me, my feelings are already mixed up and I don't know what I feel for you now, you've made it very clear that you do not like me and do not want to have anything to do with me so please just stay away from me and keep your distance will you?" Crimson pleaded and shifted a little away from Kevin, his eyes changed coloured and dimmed darkly as an unknown feeling showcased through them, it seems as if he was sad or angry no one could tell. Crimson had thought through this, she was going to totally ignore him for the itchy feelings she has for him to go away. She hated it that she liked him but he does no

He told to help myself to whatever book I may want to read and he took his seat behind his desk, writing away on a parchment with a quill pen. I schemed through ledgers of the books, reading titles that were written in languages I did not understand. All the books were red, except for a particular purple one. Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover.

I gasped. "Then there was a rouge attack and my mother's former mate died in the attack. My parents decided to elope. After months of wandering, they were accepted into the Crimson Shadow pack. It was under Lucian's grandfather at that time. And that is how I ended up here." " I am glad your parents had a happy ending." "Yes, but not everyone gets a second chance. It's Unfortunate, that the black stone's alpha was a lousy man." "He was a piece of shit!" I said angrily, I couldn't get over him trying to own me.

He slowly inched forwards into the darkness that Leila had observed before. Leila picked up the scepter and followed Thorn in. The room was unexpectedly spacious. There were even more ashes on the ground, now up to her knees. She had a feeling that if Mother Dragon hadn't bestowed her with her power, her skin wouldn’t be able to tolerate the heat of the ashes. She scooped some ashes up and studied them carefully. She noticed small, red crystals inside, like shards of fire gems, but the color was more intense—a bright crimson red with a hint of blazing blue at the core of each grain.

’ I put my nose back into place, and accepted the blanket, turning purple, as my body temperature was giving up, and Sister Ophelia walked me back to my room. I feel no pain. Not on the outside, at least. They call it CIP, or Congenital Insensitivity to Pain. I can break as many bones as I want, cut myself a thousand times, as deep as I want, but physical pain would never reach me. It was both a gift and a curse. If I got hurt badly, I wouldn’t feel it, and it could kill me. Clarissa hasn’t managed to do that yet, unfortunately.

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