Crimson Karma Novels & Stories

"I, Jason Crimson, Alpha of Crimson Moon pack, accept you Ariana Harrison, as my mate!"

Delta Jonathan Jenkins, It has been a true pleasure working with your son, Jamie, during his visit to Crimson Dawn and I look forward to welcoming him again along with the rest of his family. Enclosed is a smartphone that I would like you to keep on you at all times. Charge it nightly and enjoy any free games you wish to d******d. I am the only one here with the number but I don’t mind you sharing with your family. Talk and texts are unlimited and I will keep it active until it is no longer needed. Please send a text when you receive this phone as I know Jamie is not aware of this package being in his bags and may not find it immediately upon returning home. Please don’t hesitate to contact

Kayn said coldly before taking Karma's hand, preparing to leave. "It won't take a long time." At this moment, Azir, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke up, capturing everyone's attention. All eyes turned to Karma, who tightly held her right hand. She blushed in shame and then slowly opened her palm as everyone observed. A tiny transparent box appeared in her hand, and at its center hid a drop of crimson blood.

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

Kylian did a remarkable job. However, he underestimated the Crimson Pack if he thought resolving this would be that easy. Seeing that he blocked their plans, they would sure to take revenge. Crimson Pack were known to be vengeful and notorious. They weren’t lawful nor feared punishments. In fact, their actions and principles almost made them close to what a rogue would be. A rumor about the fight between the Crimpson Pack and a small pack from the north was circulating around a few years ago. Only those in the small town of the north were aware of it.

"Shh, don't say that, Canim. You did nothing wrong," "I did everything wrong, Luka. This was my fault. I caused this. I must have cast a wrong spell on my child because of what I did," "You're getting it wrong. This is not your fault in any way, Crystina. It's just mere coincidence," I pulled away from him. "Stop saying that, Luka. It's not a mere coincidence. I didn't want this child at the beginning but now that I wanted the child, I'm being told I can't even have my baby. Don't you think that's karma? I did everything wrong, I shouldn't have wanted to abort my baby at all,"

There's only so much repentance could cleanse when it comes to a matter of karma. Karma caught up with him way too easily but fortunately he's got a son who is so eager to make the retributions for him. I would make sure Louen gets some moral teaching on carrying on the sins of ones father. "Good morning" Crimson's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and it was then I realized I had squeezed the life out of the orange I was holding. It hit me yesterday how much danger I was exposing Crimson to by pursuing a love relationship with her, she was already in enough danger for being my sister.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.