Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

Chapter 32: The Birds Pt. 1 He didn't look like himself anymore. Almost looked like was sad and sulking. His hypnotizing red eyes looked like they had lost their effect. He was drained. Physically, mentally and emotionally. The ladies were in truth, never ever his strong point. And the fact that he couldn’t anything about that was…was probably what made him sad.

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I looked deeply into Crimson's eyes, pools of fiery determination, and found solace in his unwavering support. "But how, Crimson?" I questioned, my voice trembling with a mixture of regret and uncertainty. "How can I right the wrongs I have done? How can I heal the pain I have caused?" Crimson's presence strengthened, his ethereal form growing brighter within my mind. "The path to redemption lies in your actions," he explained, his voice infused with a pearl of wisdom. "Show Shea the depths of your remorse, and let your actions speak louder than any words can convey.”

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.

I was done. When I didn’t answer, he assumed I was sulking, like always. “Alright, to make it up to you, I’ll find a ‘Crimson Heart’ for you, even if I have to scour the black market. For our next ceremony, I’ll put it on you myself.” The air was dead silent for three seconds. A wave of nausea, a hundred times worse than the silver poison, churned in my stomach. A Crimson Heart? That cheap, alchemized trinket that reeked of crude blood?

Marina looked at him. "The Crimson Pact requires four frequencies in harmony," he said. "Do you know why it was created as a ritual rather than as a permanent state? Because permanent harmony between four diverging frequencies was not achievable in the natural course. It required specific conditions, specific participants, extreme necessity." He paused. "I have been trying to create the conditions for permanent harmony. Not through ritual. Through bloodline." "Through the breeding program," Marina said flatly. "Through intentional pairing of specific bloodlines to produce wolves who carry multiple frequencies naturally." He looked at her. "The way you do."

As I entered the second Street, I heard Crystina's voice and when I looked closely, I saw some wolves moving closer to her. ROGUES! How the hell did this happen? How did rogues get entrance into my pack while some stupid wolves were on patrol? Since that wasn't the main issue, I walked closer to them, and just instantly, I saw Crystina trying to shift. I ran to her, held her head, and yelled for her to stop.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

I was willing to be caged if it meant earning your love. "Now, I realize I need to reclaim my place to avoid a more tragic fate. That means leaving you and embracing who I am." His response was silence, stunned. Moments later, he blurted out, "No, Evalyn! I will give you whatever you want from now on." It was too late. I no longer cared. As Jeffrey and I parted in anger, I noticed a figure nearby. It was Cameron. His eyes were red as he rushed over and enveloped me in his arms, holding me tightly as if trying to merge us into one.