Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

Chapter 15 Aurora stood frozen behind the old garage. Her heart thudded against her ribs as Liam handed over the thick envelope to Roman Crane. She’d heard of him before. Everyone had. Roman was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. Cold. Dangerous. Leader of the Crimson Sons biker gang. The kind of man who could have someone killed just by blinking. And now, she was standing five feet away from him. Roman’s eyes locked on hers. “She’s not part of the deal.”

A yelp escapes my lips and the files fall to the floor all around me, my eyes snapping up to meet red eyes that seemed to glow from within. My heart races, not just from the physical proximity but from the sudden realization that this wasn't an accidental turn of events. His entire being pressed against me, his proximity sending a myriad of emotions swirling within me—a blend of confusion, indignation, and a hint of something else, something I hesitated to acknowledge. As I stood there, my heart raced with an unsettling mix of anxiety and apprehension as Krimson's voice, usually smooth and seductive, now carried a venomous edge. "It's been a while, Lilac."

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

he said. "I kind of envy them," He added, and I looked at him in disbelief. He caught sight of my expression. "Oh yes Kaldar, in fact many ordinary vampires envy Abnormals. We remember how it was before our impurification, how life had been so warm and cherry and we want that life back. No one knows for sure why Abnormals are so, but some day it is because they held on to the memory of someone they love as they were being impurified. They love they felt for that unknown person is said to be so strong, it kept them at a loving side," he said, and I remembered the image of the woman that had been flashing through my mind and giving me a strange zeal to live.

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

It was incredibly difficult to discern that went on in that century old heart of hers. I stretched out and received it from her. "That's not all," she spun around, and grabbed a book off the table. She held it out to me again, and I didn't hesitate to take it from her hand. "As promised, I have given you the Crimson heart. And that..." She pointed at the weighty book in my hand. "That's a grimoire, containing research on the blood moon oath. If you go through it diligently, you might find a way to break it without any other kind of substitutions."

He drains me dry. I remembered the plan. I remembered what I told Ashren. Be ready. The Crimson Heart was an amplifier. It took whatever was put into it and magnified it. Malakar was expecting me to resist. He was expecting a struggle. He was pulling, and I was supposed to pull back. But what happens if you push a tidal wave into a garden hose? I grit my teeth. I stopped fighting the drain. Instead, I opened the floodgates. "You want my power?" I snarled, lifting my head. My eyes were no longer hazel. They were two suns of violet fire.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

Hope's war room is cramped with too many alphas and too much tension. Connor stands at the head of the table, displaying crime scene photos that make even seasoned warriors flinch. Dante sits to his right, arms crossed, face carved from stone. Amara examines tissue samples under a portable microscope. And Sera positions herself as far from Dante as physically possible while remaining in the room. "Four victims," Connor summarizes. "All killed within a fifty-mile radius of Crimson Hollow territory. All are traveling to the Autumn Gathering. All drained of blood and marked with summoning circles."