Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

my childhood playmate is someone I can recognize while the Sachiko I met this past few days is hard to understand who she is. "Sometimes fate can be cruel, it will make you ride it leading to a wrong approach. It feels like it is playing with your heart, you will meet someone and you wish and hope that it is the right person you have been looking for then suddenly truth explode like a grenade exposing it is the wrong person" he stated full of emotion. I guess he is right. "But sometimes it is not only the fate that can play cruelty against us, but it is also our heart and mind too. Fate lead while our heart and mind expects it, we also hope that it is the right person" I added. If only cruel

Alexis yelled and stamped her hand on the table. "Instead of getting angry, just go do what's right, C'mon baby, we need this, we need to bring crimson down for the second time, she is still week, and it's seems like she can't remember anything, even if this plan fails, I have the perfect way to make her fall for me, she have a weak heart, she might have died before but trust me, she is still the same crimson who was so crazily in love with me." Damon said with full confidence.

“The Phanton line has come to an end and a hybrid cannot rule the kingdom.” “I accept Princess tawny’s proposal. So, who here has the guts to challenge me for the right to the princess’s hand and the throne?” Crimson stands, face red and eyes turning from their yellow to the crimson color I love so much. His anger is palpable, and the vicious voices die down to disgruntled grumbles. “That’s what I thought.” Crimson steps back but does not sit back down, remaining by my side instead.

It was still gentle, yet it held fear and maybe a bit of curiosity. “I'm listening,” he said. I wanted him to tell me that no matter what, nothing would change, that his love for me would cease when the sky would collapse, but this was reality. My tragic reality. “I'm what I've been dreading to be and what you've always hated.” I looked down for a second then looked up at him. “I'm a Crimson.” Tears slid down my face once I uttered these words. I hated who I was. I hated my pack and I hated what was about to happen to me before it even happened.

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.”

Kira walked ahead with grim purpose, her eyes scanning everything—every tree, every footprint, every glint of metal buried in the frost. Valerie, ever the wildfire wrapped in silk, hummed quietly beside me, one hand resting on her holster, her other playing with the end of her braid. I wasn’t sure if the hum was to calm herself or to taunt Death. The bodies were waiting for us, strung like grotesque ornaments on the rusted iron fence, a chilling welcome from whatever bastard thought this would scare us. They failed. But that didn’t mean it didn’t piss me off. Three corpses, mutilated beyond recognition. Faces slashed and peeled back, skin branded with crude symbols, symbols that made my stom

Lorcan Judson I've officially lost my mind and the proof is yesterday's incident. I pulled that clingy human's hand against my chest, where my heart never beats, and fought to prove that I have a heart. Irony! Vampires hearts don’t beat. We lose our heartbeat the moment we become blood-sucking monsters and I'm quite used to the fact for the last 500 years. Yet, this human urged me to argue like a fool. I sensed this woman is dangerous to me ever since I felt her gaze on me for the first time. She has the potential to stir up long-buried emotions in me. Yet, I, like an idiot, gave in to her temptation.

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lysandra’s gaze remained fixed on Kaelen as he stood across from her, his posture rigid, a storm brewing behind his sharp golden eyes. She clutched the photographs in her hands, her knuckles white, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Each picture was a reminder of the horrors that had begun haunting her. The figures—those unnatural beings—appeared only in the frame, but their presence lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts.

His scent invaded my nose and I felt like I was put under a spell. He held my hand tenderly, "Kelsie, please give us another chance," and whispered sweetly. He lifted my chin for me to look him in the eyes and our faces were inches away from each other. My heart was hammering exceedingly inside because of my indescribable emotion. My mind was in haywire and I couldn't think clearly.