Crimson Lady Novels & Stories

Scarlett then noticed both her attire and her mother's turned into old grey gowns with white bonnets over their heads. "Where are we?" She asked her mother, a breeze blowing over their gowns. "Home. Pastonville, 1699." _______________________________________________ No one would stand absolutely NO CHANCE in taking on the Crimson Bride. Zayne knew that. An untamed she-beast until one who takes her blood controls her. The power from her reawakening was so immense, that he could still feel it even if he went out of state. The scent from her was incredible, warm caramel invading his nostrils. His taste buds tinkled and his anticipation kept his stomach twisting into knots and twists. He knew wh

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

"Mary...you must stay here. Find all those who remain and stay in the cellar until dawn is upon us. Then go to the village and buy what you need to clean the house, do everything as you would normally do. Get Henry to start mending these windows and call in on Father Keely, we will need fitting burials for those who lost their lives here tonight. But I want everything to continue as normal. This beast will not stop us from living our lives." "But Lady Crimson...that was the beast, the one of legend...I know you are not from around these parts, but-" "I will have no more talk, Mary," Crimson said, almost icily, cutting the girl off. "We have more important things to take care of. Now go and d

Crimson declared with determination. That evening, Crimson made his way to the Queen's Courtyard, resolved to locate Elizabeth Everheart and confront her at last. However, upon reaching her office, he was surprised to find a different woman with dark hair and eyes sitting at the desk—the very same woman who claimed to have discovered Cleo in the cemetery. “Elizabeth is not here,” Sapphire Everheart replied in a cold tone. Crimson wondered what he had done to deserve that chilling reception. “Where is she?” he asked, unable to conceal the irritation he felt.

She put everything I had shared with her into it, making each of our dreams for a child come true. Just 3 months after meeting with her, Crimson had suddenly become pregnant and was able to have the experience of carrying and giving life to our first child. Having no clue who the child would resemble as the pregnancy was completely created through Hera's abilities, we were all in for quite the shock when Crimson gave birth to a baby girl who looked just like Damien, with the exception of my burgundy hair.

She looked out over the wolves who had come to witness her crowning, seeing faces she knew and faces she did not, seeing hope and fear and love and uncertainty. I am not the Luna you expected, she continued. I am not the gentle mate who stands quietly at her Alpha's side. I am not the traditional leader who follows paths worn smooth by generations before. I am something else entirely. She paused, letting her words settle. I am the Crimson heir. I carry three thousand years of power in my blood. I have fought and bled and nearly died for every wolf in this valley. And I will continue to fight, to bleed, to die if necessary, for the future we build together.

“We are so much more than that.” Cassandra stepped forward and gently tilted Lily’s chin up, forcing her to meet those hypnotic crimson eyes. “We are the Crimson Sisterhood. Ancient. Eternal. We have walked this earth for centuries, feeding on desire and blood. We are lesbian vampires, my sweet pledge. And we choose only the most delicious, innocent girls to join us.” Lily’s heart hammered. She should have been terrified. She should have run. Instead, a strange heat bloomed low in her belly. Her nipples tightened against her dress. A trickle of wetness dampened her panties.

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.

I grip her hips hard, my fingers will leave bruises for sure. I line myself up. She is still virgin, so tight. Wet from fear and shame. I push in. One brutal thrust. She screams so high and broken. “No! It hurts! Please!” “Please what? Fuck you?” Blood runs warm down her thighs, red mixing with water. Her virginity is mine now. I finally claimed my prize. I pull back and slam in again, deeper. She cries loud, her sobs shake her body. Tears stream down her face with the water.

He states as he leaves the table. “I’m sorry.” I whisper towards no one in particular. A gentle pat on my knee alerts me to Luna Charlotte’s desire to comfort. “Do you have any memories of her?” She asks as she serves her plate. I shake my head. “I have no memories of physically being with her while I was at Crimson Dawn but she’s been persistent with connecting with me through the channel.” “The channel?” Cassius questions. “Is that the same as the link?” “My understanding is that it’s similar but uses a different plane than the astral plane our wolves live on. It has a farther reach. We set it up so every night instead of her calling we used the channel. She’s told me a lot about herself,