Crimson Karma Novels & Stories

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’

Kara Things in the Crimson moon pack were strange. My surroundings shifted, and I blinked in surprise as I realised I was no longer on the omega floor, but back in my old room once again. Not only had I never been sleeping better, but I also woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. A comforting warmth enveloped me, providing a sense of security and cosiness. Things I had never felt before when sleeping. My nightmares were becoming less frequent, too.

The moment Kieran’s wolf collided with Damien’s, the world exploded into chaos. The two alphas crashed into one another with a sound like thunder, claws raking, teeth snapping, growls echoing through the cavern until the very walls seemed to shake. Damien’s wolf was darker—its fur streaked with silver, its eyes burning crimson from the poison of corrupted magic. They tore into each other like mirrored storms, brothers bound by blood and betrayal.

She was a digital warrior, fighting for truth and justice in the shadows of the internet. Kai's insights were more ethereal, more unsettling. They were not based on facts or logic, but on intuition and perception, on a deep connection to the unseen world. He spoke of the Crimson Zone as a place where the boundaries between worlds blurred, where the past bled into the present, where the echoes of ancient power still resonated. He described it as a place of psychic turbulence, a nexus of supernatural energy, a vortex of darkness.

A hush fell as the Alpha raised his cup. “To the Blood Moon,” he intoned. “To the gift of the Shift.” The pack raised their cups in unison. Voices lifted in a chorus of reverence and then... A second voice split the night. “The cursed daughter will either crown or bury you all.” The words were ragged and eerie and were seeping into every corner of the clearing. A figure stepped from the tree line, crimson robes dragging against the earth, while her blind eyes were glowing faintly white. The Crimson Seer. Gasps rippled through the pack. Some wolves dropped their cups, while others shifted uneasily. No one had invited her. Her pale, sightless gaze locked on me as my skin crawled immediately.

As she had said, she was completely changed. Hailey always wears bright colors, from pink to yellow to green and stuff like that, but now, all she wore was black, not like she was trying out the mysterious girl or bad girl kind of black, but an "I'm mourning something” type of black. She had a blue eyeliner drawn around her eyelids; the lower and upper parts, but she still remain gorgeous. It was so graphic to look at, like a two goodie shoe turning into a dark person overnight.

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Behind her, unknown to her, pressed against the wall, Mia stood whimpering and horrified, throwing up after witnessing all that had happened. Karma rolled her eyes nonchalantly, “I thought you left?” She walked over to where Mia stood shivering, “tsk tsk tsk tsk! He deserved it. And no, I am not evil. I am actually serving justice because everyone he had hurt, which includes a ten years old boy who is currently in the hospital, because that monster sexually molested him and threatened him. So you see, I am the good guy here.” Karma turned to look at her handwork, satisfied with a bright smile on her face. “Oooohhh! Your balance. Mtchew, I forgot. I have cash, hope you don't mind taking cash?

The grounds were lit by lanterns that floated without visible support, casting everything in soft, shifting light. "Tell me," Kaine said as we walked, "what do you know about Crimson Moon Academy?" "Only what everyone knows. It's a place where humans and werewolves learn together. Where alliances are formed." "Lies," he said simply. "Pretty lies wrapped in prettier propaganda, but lies nonetheless." I said nothing, waiting. "Would you like to know the truth?" "Would you tell me if I said yes?" He laughed—a sound that was surprisingly warm. "Clever. I can see why they're interested in you."

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.