Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

Sometimes, I feel like karma just sits somewhere and shuffle my life like a card without caring what impact it would serve in my life. The red chamber, my heart changed overnight-- and it is not the same anymore-- not at all-- it has locked its door giving no room for ventilation. All I feel is grief that comes in a massive wave, it is gruelling, it steals my appetite and sleep alike. It is a huge shard in my guts, a thorn in my skin and it doesn't plan on leaving me-- not now-- not soon. It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath.

The ritual that was racing's religion, the violence that was about to be made elegant, the risk that was life and love and mortality made visible. Cyrus felt his own heart rate rise — not pathological, emotional, the arrhythmia of love that was not medical but was present, was his, was specific. He did not check it, did not optimize it, did not convert it to data. He simply felt it, was present with it, let it be. The lights went out. The launch that was violence, the acceleration that was physics made beautiful, the two Sullivan cars that were leading, that were winning, that were theirs.

0 – Heartfelt emotions – Past heartbreaks are shared, bonding them emotionally and sexually. 122. Study Alone – Lingering touches – Hands graze over papers and legs, teasing escalating to heated kisses. 123. Dorm Room Storm 3.0 – Ultimate passion – Thunder outside mirrors the heat inside; fully steamy and intimate scene. 124. Midnight Heartbeats – Pride surrendered – Both surrender fully to desire and love, pride finally broken. 125. Campus Festival 3.0 – Public flirting, private passion – Playful touches in public, intimate encounters in private. 126. First Official Love Confession – Words and hearts aligned – Verbal declaration of love seals their emotional journey.

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.

My heart fluttered and my breath caught in my lungs at the thought of how his ‘were’ form was just as handsome as his human form. His claws dug into the rogue's neck and, with one swipe, tore it wide open. The rogue went limp and I watched in awe as Crimson leaned over the dead rogue, his fur shimmered to a bright yellow and back to the deep hue of red right as the rogue gasped for his last breath before dying. “Crimson!” I called out to him, coming to my senses, wondering what it was I had just seen. This night was full of strangeness.

Valen might try to stop her, and he might make her treat me kindly when he is around, but it’s what she would do when he isn’t around that has me concerned. I barely finish putting the cold stuff away before I feel Crimson pushing under the surface. She’s is furious that we may have been brought back here under false pretenses. I’m angry too. The next thing I know, I’m ripping the den’s door open before stomping down the stairs. Crimson pushes forward as I hold onto my anger and hurt, feeling trapped and devastated that I allowed myself to hope. Hope is a dangerous thing for omegas. You would think I would have learned my lesson by now.

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.

said Annie angrily. “Oh, did you two meet up? What did he do to you?” asked Marianne. “I don’t even want to say it, it’s embarrassing!” “Grrr Steven Cole... if I ever see you again, I will kill you!” muttered Annie. The crystal glass shatters on the floor. It slips from Marianne's hand. “Wh-who... who did you say...? What name did you just say, Annie?” said a quivering Marianne. “Steven Cole, do you know him Marianne!?” said Annie, alarmed at the sight of her friend. “STEVEN COLE, you murderer!!”

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."