Crimson Lace Novels & Stories

he barely even spared her a glance anymore. "No. I won’t allow it," she muttered under her breath. "If I can’t have him, nobody can." Her eyes flickered toward her suitcase, where she had packed something for just this occasion. A slow smile crept onto her lips as she sauntered over and unzipped it. Digging through silk blouses and high heels, her fingers finally brushed against the lace she sought. She pulled out the deep crimson lingerie..a set designed to tempt, to break even the most disciplined of men.

He closes the door behind him gently and then he walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. Behind him, in the bedroom Blake unhurriedly opens his eyes, his red eyes glimmering in the darkness of the room. ***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence.

Alika’s POV The blood beneath my fingernails hadn’t dried when they forced the gown onto me. Ivory white, laced with deep crimson—not thread, but sinew. I could tell by the smell. The way it clung to my skin like a living thing that breathed. The spirits didn’t speak in words. They didn’t have to.

I pick it up and run my fingers over the hard moon sigil pressed on the cover. “Interesting...” I mutter, opening to the first page. It simply lists: Goddess, Lycans, Witches, Bloodlines, and Hybrids. My pulse quickens. I flip through the pages, ignoring the ones that have been torn out clean. The writing is cramped and old-fashioned, talking about cursed beings. “The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.”

There was acres and acres of land spread out in front and back of the mansion and it made Rain wonder if she even had a chance to escape. She didn’t really give him a reply. They passed by a few menacing looking men who gave her weird stares or just straight out showed their lust. Does Alexander deprive them of women or what? It was a long walk but they finally made it to their destination. It was the most beautiful garden she had ever seen, one would think it was a maze but she could see where those plants led to. Bright red roses and perfectly trimmed grass paved a pathway to a small cabin. She had never seen roses grow I’m such a condition before but then again she didn’t know much about

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

She entered her dressing room and began to go through her luggage, tossing aside the modest silks and the heavy velvets until her fingers snagged on something delicate. She pulled out a piece of crimson lace, a lingerie set that looked like a splash of blood against the pale carpet. It was provocative, expensive, and entirely weaponized. She held the garment up, looking at the intricate patterns of the lace. A slow, dark smirk spread across her face, the grief for her brother hardening into a resolve. "I’ll make you beg on your knees tonight, Dominic," she whispered to the empty room. With a fluid motion, she let her robe fall to the floor, stepping into the r

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This was… something else. Crimson satin poured out of the bag like spilled blood. The bodice was corseted, boned so tightly it would force my waist into an impossible hourglass. Thin straps of black lace crisscrossed the plunging neckline, barely containing what they were supposed to cover. The skirt split high on one thigh—dangerously high—revealing leg with every step. Crystals dripped from the hem like frozen tears, catching moonlight in wicked sparks. It looked designed to shock, to display, to make me impossible to ignore.

A lot can change in a few years and even a few months, and I am no longer that spoiled princess. Caterina chose an off-the-shoulder Grecian crimson evening dress to represent the BloodCrest pack as Luna. Lilith is in a sleek black and red dress, which accentuates sexiness. Nova in a baby blue, one-shoulder evening gown which shows off her teeny tiny bump and me in a champagne evening gown with a princess neckline. Luckily for us, they were the last gowns in stock, and we also found matching shoes and accessories.