Crimson Heroes Novels & Stories

Nakangiting pagpapaunlak ko at inalalayan si Crimson papasok sa entrance ng venue. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

This feels like an army, like secret police, like the kind of power governments hide. Not just criminals. Something worse. Something that can make whole countries disappear. And I am kneeling at the feet of the man who controls it all. Screens light up bright. Black figures run through snow fast with guns in hands and masks on faces. Muzzle flashes. White snow turns red. One man falls and his chest explodes red. Another turns to run but his head snaps back. Blood sprays like mist. A third reaches the gate. Bullets stitch across his body. One. Two. Three. Four. He drops.

More like you saw me run away from a battle more, a tiny voice retorted in my mind. Oniko brought me away from the scene of the carnage as the nighthawks led by the red matron cleared the area and burnt the bodies of the cursed ones and dead humans. “Wha— what’s going on?” I asked softly, raising my head as I sensed a wild surge of magic, a joint effort of the over ten witches beside the red matron. Oniko sighed. “There were over ten dead humans, no way we could cover it up, so they are severing their threads of Karma. No one would remember them and then there would be no questions when they turn up missing.”

Xavier asked him “No, Xavi. The war is between the Crimson and the blue moon coven. They want me out of the way and that is not going to happen. The Crescents are safe, I think. I don’t know but I don’t want to involve them in a war that doesn’t concern them. They should be our last resort. We know that they would fight beside us but I don’t think I want to risk their lives, not yet. Let’s keep this between us and the blue moon valley” Jared said to him

I hurried out the last part, not really knowing how to explain how they died and I was eager to join the battle and kill all these things, now I knew how. He gave a low and deep purr in acknowledgment, and then warriors began shifting all around us, picking up weapons that lay on the ground, ones they had dropped from when they had shifted into their ‘were’ forms. Other fighters came rushing with swords in their hands and throwing their extras to fellow comrades, delving back into the fight, weapons at the ready. “Hold the line!” Crimson commanded, his deep voice repeating my words from only moments ago, taking charge as a true leader should. He suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his che

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.

She leaned down, licked the wound slowly, her tongue trailing over the spot where she had bitten. The skin glowed. A tattoo bloomed into existence across Aria’s chest — a crest carved in divine sigil, blooming like ink in water: A serpent curling around a golden apple, its tail piercing a crown, its fangs dripping onto a rose wrapped in thorns. Eris’s mark. “I’m yours now,” Eris said, voice hoarse, hands framing Aria’s face. “Forever.” Aria’s body moved on instinct. She reached up, pulled Eris down, and kissed her hard.

“Then protect me by surviving this.” Kael’s lips pressed against hers—a fleeting kiss, tender and fierce all at once. A promise sealed in the language of lovers and warriors alike. — The battle came not with a roar but a whisper. The Crimson Fang emerged from the forest like smoke—silent, unnatural, disciplined. Their eyes glowed with malice, their armor jagged and dark. And at the center of them stood a figure cloaked in shadows: Malrik, the rogue Alpha. Once Kael’s rival. Now, a symbol of everything corrupted and lost.

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series