Novel & Cerita Crimson Hearts

Her face had gone bone-white except for two bright, furious spots of red high on her cheeks. Her lips were parted in shock, eyes huge and glassy as they darted between my bound wrists, the red handprints glowing on my ass, to the black leather belt still binding my wrists to the headboard, to the place where Damien’s hips were flush against me, where his cock disappeared completely inside her mother. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Damn. I opened my mouth to say something — anything — that might make this less catastrophic. “Baby—” My voice came out wrecked, hoarse from screaming his name and choking on his cock earlier. “Samantha, I—sweetheart, this isn’t—”

He was going to follow her and say all that was on his mind when he heard the front door open “Jared?” he heard Xavier scream “What’s wrong? Why are you screaming again?” he asked, impatiently “There is another dead body. It is a kid’s body again. We have to find a way to stop this. The people of Crimson valley are starting to lose their patience. It is a matter of time before thing go out of hand here. They are not buying my story of peace and unity anymore and they thing the blue silver pack has something to do with it” Xavier said

The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night. A large bonfire burned brightly, the flames dancing and licking the air as they hissed and roared. The altar was a large slab of red granite, candles flickering in the night air, a red clay sacrificial pot sat to the side. A large silver dagger gleamed in the candlelight, its white ivory handle carved with the head of a wolf howling at the moon. The bond that tethered Jackson to the Grey Steel Pack and Alpha Darius needed to be severed, the promise to die and Jackson rebirthed as the Beta of the Crimson Shadows. Drum steadying beating, the music i

Stiffening at the mocking voice, Crystal clenched her hands, holding the box tighter and started to walk towards the cave. Her heart seemed to be beating in a wild staccato, her hope that she would return with Ace today warring with fear of having her last ray of light, extinguished. If Goddess Invidia had already accepted the sacrifice and could not or would not return Ace? No. She could not think like that, Crystal reminded herself. Raising her chin, Crystal entered the slim opening of the burning inferno. It made her think of what hell would be like. The heat and the oppression.

My heart beats fast. Run, my mind says. Run now. But my feet stay. Stuck. I want to scream. I want to hide. I want to run far. Snow. Home. Anywhere but here. A heavy door opens. Gold handle. Cold. Inside is a round room. Seats go up like stairs all around. Men sit high. They drink from heavy glasses. Smoke curls from cigars. In the middle, a small stage. Bright lights shine down. Too bright. It hurts to look.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

Diane My eyes are heavy as always as I open the restaurant door lazily. I should be used to over-stressing myself from work already. My head suddenly feels heavy and I feel like I am going to pass out. "Oh my, I'm so sorry" I continuously apologize to him, with my gaze fixed on his half-ruined white shirt from my lipstick on it. How could I have fallen into someone without noticing? "I'm so sorry," I say again before raising my head. His dark hair. His caramel eyes, his face. He looks so perfect and very familiar. But his frown is like he is going to murder me.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

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."

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”