Novel & Cerita Crimson Karma

"Alpha Krimson, you seem to be forgetting that this isn't your pack. If you think for one second that helping us means we have sold our honor and freedom, then name your price. We'd rather cut all connections right now and be done with this offer." I think this time; even Krimson understood that he was crossing a line. Breaking eye contact with Alex, he turned to give Cameron a half-hearted smile. "I'm simply trying to study the recent test-subject." "And does 'studying' the 'test-subject' mean sexually harassing her as well?" Alex snapped. "You really think no one would notice when you tried to touch her under the table." "I did no such thing!" Krimson's roar echoed through the room. "Call

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

I asked it, “And what makes you think I’ll ever help you?” ‘Oh, because I think you have no choice… You see, Kaldar there are things on this earth that are bigger than you—despite how powerful you are. There are also things that are far more powerful than I am. And these things… are even more powerful than us put together.’ There was something about its tone, a serene seriousness that was tinged with horror and fear. ‘My specie faces extinction Kaldar, and despite how traitorous this may sound—my species faces extinction from a greater pack of wolves, called the ‘Black Wolves’

"Maybe we can help you." "Help me to be with her again. I want her so bad and I'll die without her in my life. I never thought I would be like this. In all of the women I had, she's the only one who broke my heart into pieces every day. I was heartbroken before when my ex-girlfriend Ella cheated on me, but it wasn't like this. I took revenge against her and hurt a lot of women. I didn't finish my life before, but now I want to finish it and never breathe again. I'm going to live my life without her and it'll be suffering for my broken soul, so I must end my life since it has no purpose anymore. If I couldn't have her in my life, I would end my life now. Maybe this is my karma, bro. I've hurt

She wasn’t for sale. Not to a man like him. Especially not to him. She could still see his eyes from that day in court. Calm. Piercing. Not the kind of calm that comes from peace — but the kind that comes from control. From knowing the world bends for you. That lives disappear when you say the word. The kind of calm you see in the mirror when you've stopped believing in mercy. She had no doubt now — Kieran wasn’t just connected to the mafia. He is the mafia.

"They walk so freely like nothing ever happened. They stomped on our life. How happy things could have gone. How happy our life could have been. But no, it had to all go wrong because of them. I will make them all pay, Mom. I will surely see to it that I get justice for your death. Then, I shall earn the right to apologize to you, Mom. I don't deserve your forgiveness, not until I bring the killers to justice and make them go through the hell that I went through." I said, wiping the little tears that crumbled down my eyes as my gaze landed on the business card in my hand. "Adrian De Santos... This can't be it, right, Mother? I know I want revenge, but I just can't. My life has been bound und

Below were the 100 IDs I'd chosen: KeyboardFury, NetJudge, GossipLover. Each had a red progress bar. Next to KeyboardFury showed [31/100]. Riccardo pointed at the screen, his lips trembling, as the app's rules appeared, cold and precise. [Core Rules: Each gift worth over $100 forces the recipient to absorb 0.1% of the giver's misfortune.] [Tigger: After 100 gifts, the recipient's accumulated misfortune hits critical mass and erupts within 72 hours.] [Misfortune Total: 100%.]

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

She looked out over the wolves who had come to witness her crowning, seeing faces she knew and faces she did not, seeing hope and fear and love and uncertainty. I am not the Luna you expected, she continued. I am not the gentle mate who stands quietly at her Alpha's side. I am not the traditional leader who follows paths worn smooth by generations before. I am something else entirely. She paused, letting her words settle. I am the Crimson heir. I carry three thousand years of power in my blood. I have fought and bled and nearly died for every wolf in this valley. And I will continue to fight, to bleed, to die if necessary, for the future we build together.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.