Crimson Karma Novels & Stories

**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

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Would he still love me if he knew who I truly was or the things I’d done? Would he still love me if he knew that I had spent the past decade as a karma dealer? Yes, you heard me right. I deal out karma for a living. I know it sounds complicated & a bit crazy, and sometimes it is, but I always enjoyed my work & I’ve made damn good money doing it. You'd be surprised how much a vindictive individual will pay to see you dish out karma to those that have wronged them. The only downside of my work is that I could never stay in any one place too long.

Fighting a group of scraggly Vampire rebels who had no clue what being discreet meant had to be easier than taking out the Rhineharts and Thier dynasty. I did not plan to hurt Amelia, as long as she did not try to stand in my way. She was my mate after all, and she could either come to terms with her new life, or she'd be caught up in the war between I and her family, and if that happened -- I cannot tell if I would be able to restrain my wolf from stealing the very life put of her. Killing one's own mate was called setra, it was the highest form of torture, but I did not mind, I had nothing much to live for. I loved the pain.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Although they were finally excited that the day had finally come, I, the bride and soon to be luna to the alpha of the Blue Moon Pride Pack was not happy whatsoever. I dreaded for long that such a day would come! Ever since I was a teen, my parents would often discuss amongst each other, plans about my wedding with Ivan Hale. Ivan was one of the most desired alphas by many. He had it all! His face was perfect with bright yellow eyes and sharp jawline. His body was quite built and muscular to the point where all the females of the pack would drool all over him.

"If you kill Karma, I won't hesitate to kill you," "Thank you, Gem and Sinn please could you help me? I don't mind you injuring me a little but I don't want you to kill me, I can't die yet." "Karma, why?" Gem said looking like a sad puppy. "I need to do this to get strong enough to take on the war and possibly Kami one day, what do you say Sinn?" "I accept the terms," Sinn gave me a devilish smile. "Behave yourself Sinn and Karma you can start tomorrow, I'll be at the office though so Sinn might be mostly unleashed,"

My breath hitched as he held me close. “What’s your name?” one asked. The others surrounded me, identical and unnerving. “No one ever tells us apart,” one joked. I stayed silent, my mind reeling. How did they know what I was thinking? “I’m Dax,” said the one holding me. “That’s Ryker.” Ryker’s smile sent my heart skittering. “And over there is Luca,” Dax continued. “The big guy? That’s Damien, the eldest.” They were all smiling, but my confusion only deepened. “We’re the Lycan Kings of the Seventh Moon Pack,” Damien finally said. “And we can read thoughts.”

"I am guessing I don't need to introduce myself." Raphael De Amato, the Alpha of the Crimsonclaw pack. An Alpha of one of the Triad Packs and the most powerful Lycan. There was no mistaking him with any other. Like the stories said, his eyes were neither blue nor green but a distinctive crimson. He was the red-eyed lycan that appeared only once in a generation. An Alpha born with red eyes was said to have powers that no other Lycan would have access to. Yet, he was known more notoriously for his cruelty. He had bodies strewn on stakes outside his castle. And now the same man was before me.

The entire pack wallowed in the criminal. He and Malcolm had their kinks, but they didn’t make a business out of trading in it. The Crimson Nights ran a private club for supernaturals and catered to their kinks. Anything from blood dolls, women who enjoyed being fed off of. To those searching for pain and torture. Those were extremes, but the club specialized in milder things as well. Jordan frequented the club’s milder side in the past. He had no problem with that. What he had an issue with was the rumours the people serving were trafficked, and it wasn’t their choice.