Novel & Cerita Crimson Karma

My father spoke, “It is here, in this place, that we celebrate today the reconciliation between the Shadowmoon Pack and the Crimson Fang Pack. Dark disputes once fueled fierce conflicts between us, conflicts born of primal instinct and ancient rivalries. But now, all of that is behind us. Under the full moon, we begin a new chapter. And so, I offer you the most precious thing I have, the hand of my daughter Valeria, to become the mate of the Crimson Fang Pack’s Alpha.” The wolves howled loudly in response, their united voices echoing throughout the forest and rising toward the stars. Then, A deep voice cut through the harmony. The Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack stepped forward, his gaze loc

Practically, we are converted vampires, not the true ones. After my conversion into a vampire, I couldn’t get my dead lover out of my head. It drove me crazy. I became a mad man, biting whatever came on my way to satiate and calm down the burning pain of separation that was gnawing my brains out. To bring the rampant situation under control, my parents erased my memories and emotions. No matter how many times they tried to erase my memories, they kept coming back to me again in no time. When I regained my composure, I entrated them not to erase my memories. But expunging my emotions benefited me the most; it gave birth to one of the most merciless, arrogant and powerful vampires in the histo

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.

It was the Crimson Blade. “Didn't I says not to get close to them? What, Now? One of them already know your a girl. Later on he will also know you are a Killer. Didn't I say you don't need them? That you don't deserve them? Your a lonely wolf seeking for revenge. You can't get too close to anyone until you achieve it. We been shackled with this hatred towards that man. A fire that will never be burnt down. We're living in darkness and they are living in the light. Light and dark can never be together.”

It was still gentle, yet it held fear and maybe a bit of curiosity. “I'm listening,” he said. I wanted him to tell me that no matter what, nothing would change, that his love for me would cease when the sky would collapse, but this was reality. My tragic reality. “I'm what I've been dreading to be and what you've always hated.” I looked down for a second then looked up at him. “I'm a Crimson.” Tears slid down my face once I uttered these words. I hated who I was. I hated my pack and I hated what was about to happen to me before it even happened.

I glare at my father one last time before leaving the room. ‘I hate to say it but he’s right,’ I hear a familiar voice in my head- Krimson’s. After I turned when I was 16, the Goddess gifted him to me as my spirit wolf. I named him Krimson due to his unique red coat. ‘There’s nothing right about forcing me to be with a witch I just met,’ I answer, heading to the front door. ‘I like Kiara and all, but why argue with the Alpha if the union will be temporary? Just until we find our fated,’

The word slammed into me again, the same word Sydney had spat at me like an insult I wasn't meant to understand. "What is a Crimson wolf?" The question tore out of me, desperate, hungry for an answer I'd been denied my entire life. "Crimson wolves are omegas — easy to underestimate, easy to overlook at a glance. But their minds move faster and sharper than any other bloodline that's ever existed. That gift made them hunted." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They were the rarest bloodline the Makasi Moon Pack ever produced." So I wasn't sick. I wasn't cursed. I was the last surviving thread of something ancient and rare.

Amber I stepped back—fists up—and twisted my body—rear foot to the front—then swung a side whip kick. BANG! The cubicle door flew open. Laughter gasped and shrieked. I stepped out and there were five of them: malnourished Willows in half-chewed clothes, their overly smouldered eyes wide with reluctant surprise because they weren’t expecting my immediate response. Well, I, Amber Kratos, heir of the Blood Moon Pack, don’t rely on my pack for protection.

The beautiful red head smiles finally, pleased with the outcome. “Good, I am Kamila. The mate of Artemis Sinclair and the obvious future Luna of the Crimson Fire pack. Do you know who I am now?” I look up at her, taking in that face, etching every bit of her into my memory. “Yes.”