Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

I gasped and looked up into his face, seeing his eyes fully for the first time, and gasped again. His eyes were Amber, a very dark shade, making me lost within it for a mini second as the combined scent of spring and winter hit me—a scent of newness which seemed somewhat sour. A hot burning feeling washed over me so heavy that it took my breath away. I wanted to jump into his arms, to let my body melt into his.

Compared to her scent, I felt like the dark one, the one with a black heart. My body wanted her, my hands yearned to touch hers. I wanted to stare into those expressive eyes of hers again, and watch them light up with laughter. And yet, I wanted to punish her, make her suffer for what she had almost done to that man, for what her people had done to Damian and Valerie. Merely thinking of her in any other thing but disgust was a betrayal to the memory of my kid brother, and my first ever girlfriend. I watched Clarrisa step into the hall I used as classroom, distracting me from my thoughts, andI could not say it was an unwelcome distraction.

Deep browns and charcoals blended seamlessly, adding a touch of mystery to my gaze. A deep red lipstick was chosen, enhancing the Scarlet Temptation dress's allure. My lips became a canvas of confidence. A subtle highlight on my cheekbones completed the transformation, leaving me ready to face the enigmatic Alexei Pushkin. Emma's skilled hands turned my apprehension into confidence, and as I looked in the mirror, I felt ready to face the enigmatic Alexei Pushkin in the mysterious Velvet Shadow. The air hung thick with the scent of exotic perfumes and expensive cigars as I entered The Velvet Shadow. The nightclub pulsed with a vibrant energy, a stark contrast to the steely resolve I carried w

The silence of the room amplified the sound of their breathing—his slow and heavy, hers shallow and sharp. Isabella stopped mid-movement, her hand resting against his sternum. She could feel the thick, rapid thud of his heart beneath his ribs, a heavy vibration of raw, lethal power. She looked up, her dark eyes wide, awake, and suddenly filled with a strange, predatory hunger that matched his own.

Even with a heavy heart, I unwantedly hauled my body up to prepare myself, physically, emotionally, and mentally. “You should tell them the skeletons you have been trying to plunge deep in your closet, alright? Leave no information behind, Eli,” I told myself as I look in the figure in front of my mirror. I am not crying anymore but it feels like all the tears I haven’t released was all clogged up in my throat. Although I cannot bring myself to continue what I am doing and relent to the thought of just lie myself in my bed all day, my conscience still won and slapped the truth in my face. “Whatever happens, it is what it is. If ever she will hate me to death, I know I deserve it. Take what y

Our table was somewhat distant and crimson eyes appeared from within the darkness. My breathing promptly ceased as I gaped around me. The violin music faded to a muffled hum and my surroundings blurred to nothingness, all my eyes redeemed with clarity was him. Familiar crimson gold eyes stared at me from amid the dark trees. He stood still, startling globes glued to mine with an enormity, his face shadowed beneath the darkness of light yet all I could focus on was him. Crimson. I-I thought- My heart did not bend to my wishes as I stood pale to my spot. I could not comprehend nor ponder what was twisted in the horrific memory of my past, a crucial one. My heart thundered with fierceness benea

At the center — where Divine Tower stood — a black flower bloomed on scorched earth, petals weeping blood like tears. Inside it, the black crystal pulsed faintly, glowing weakly — like a heart refusing to sleep. --- From afar, a woman’s voice cut through smoke: “So the Blood King’s era ends… but the Blood Heart’s story is not over.” She stepped from shadow — hair white as frost, eyes cold gold. On her chest, the old Crimson Pact symbol — recarved in fresh blood. “Evelyn Cross… I will awaken you. With this world’s blood.”

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

"and you threw my love, feelings, emotions and trampled on it because you never wanted it and it's lying on the ground just like our photo." No this is wrong. Your love is very precious for me. I want your love. I tried to join the photo and after few attempts I finally joined it. Even though it was not perfect but I did not let Ranveer's love stay on the ground. I looked at the broken pieces of photo frame. "You have broken my heart into pieces like the broken pieces of the photo frame." Ranveer I am sorry. I walked towards the broken photo frame. "Shit!” again a glass pierced my foot and I removed it only to realize that I was bleeding but at this Moment this was not so important.

Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby. "A gift," Alexander rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with unshielded possessiveness. "To match the crown you're taking back tonight." He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside. The cool touch of the black diamonds rested against her warm collarbone before he fastened the clasp. His lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a intoxicating spark coursing straight down her spine. "Let's go buy what's yours, Victoria," Alexander murmured near her ear