Crimson Heroes Novels & Stories

"He's currently dating Crimson Lee, you know her... She's the popular singer and member of STARLET. According to my investigation they are not in a real relationship, they are only faking it to keep the old Dr Ace at bay. He was Initially supposed to marry Amber Wu who is Crimson's co star and band mate but his relationship with Crimson has stopped things. I was able to get an insider to check how the relationship between Crimson and her band members is and according to the details that was gathered Crimson is not good allies with them, in fact they often fight alot and since Amber Wu controls the gang Crimson is often outnumbered. Her only ally in the group is her best friend Lunette Wu who

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

A trap. The charges were holding up. Every shred of evidence tied Nathan’s name to the operation. His fingerprints. His emails. Surveillance footage. It was air-tight. Too air-tight. And Neera knew better than anyone — airtight cases were the messiest ones of all. Because real criminals made mistakes. This? This was curated. She opened her laptop. Searched again. Kieran Renzaro. Still no concrete criminal record. No legal paper trail. Just whispers. Rumors. And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled.

I heard the same voice I had heard before in the other videos, but I was still unable to see the man talking. "He dared threaten me and even went to the police. Trash like him should be disposed of," my father said, wearing the same gas mask he had worn the first time. "Start," he said as the same tubes were connected into Sierra's father hand. But something felt different; the liquids kept running through Sierra's father's bloodstream. The others were just little. Sierra's father began to scream out loud; his whole body glowed red, and his eyes burst out with blood pouring from them. His nose was also bleeding, and his skin began to rip out slowly, exposing his veins and bloodstream.

Her chin was tucked, her shoulders were slumping in her perfect porcelain disguise, but through the dark curls of her hair, her eyes met his—wide, awake, and burning with a terrifying, shared brilliance. The empire was bleeding, the vanguard was turning on itself, and the Ghost was finally holding the knife.

“Nothing good could come of speaking to the dead, especially trying to communicate with Oliver. You all forget, I served under Silas and know what sick bastards they were, what they were capable of. I had no choice but to join their ranks and many of us who served the Rogue king will be forever grateful that we were set free by Queen Lamia.” ***** It was getting late, and I hung around to try and see Mike. I didn’t want to leave without seeing him, but we had been away from Cambiador for too long and it was time for us to return. Crimson made a promise to Hunji that he would keep him updated on any significant changes within him. Hunji still didn’t trust that something hadn't been done to hi

Rolling my eyes so that he wouldn't be able to see, I took off my seat belt and got out of the car as well, cursing myself for even imagining that Krimson would be opening doors for me. Silently, we walked into the mansion, passing several doors, all of which I had no idea what lay beyond them. Besides being the Alpha of the Red Claw pack and one of the strongest wolves to ever exist, I realized that I didn't know much about Krimson as a man. There were so many mysteries surrounding him and even though there had been several that had tried to unravel the secrets behind this man, but it had never been possible. Because he was a man of few words, a man of great battles…and a hero to several pe

“That means returning to Aethermoor.” “Then that’s where we go.” Suddenly, another explosion rocked the hall. A horn sounded—low, mournful. Dain. They bolted through the corridor, dodging falling debris, until they emerged into the night-choked courtyard. Fires raged along the east wall. The Crimson Creed had arrived—ruthless warriors cloaked in crimson and gold, cutting down invaders with brutal grace. In the center, Dain stood bloodied, surrounded, but unyielding. Elara ran to him, sigils blazing around her hands, and unleashed a wave of magic that sent enemies flying.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.