Crimson Lovers Novels & Stories

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Lorenzo's POV I step behind the worn wooden counter, the familiar scent of aged liquor enveloping me. Operating the bar isn't just a job for me; it is a veil, a shield against prying eyes. Concealed behind smiles and casual chatter, I safeguard a world known only to a select few; each glass I wipe, each smile I wear—it's all a charade, a facade shielding the hidden truths that lurk within these walls, my past, a buried treasure, one I couldn't afford to unearth, and my present life, a double.

And between her thighs, the expert caresses of that afternoon's second lover. She was not a bad person, not at all. She was just a woman in love with her lover, who used all kinds of blackmail and trickery to keep him by her side. For an instant, he thought Arthur would refuse since he wasn't one of those who liked threesomes in that way. But she did it to punish him and show him that she was in charge of their relationship.

Vampires who played at deceit didn’t lie, instead they tried to manipulate the truth, telling you different truths that would help make you come to a certain conclusion –the conclusion they wanted. I wondered what game it was Amelia was trying to play but I was determined to get to the bottom of it before I trusted her enough to smuggle me into her Los Angeles home, but in the meantime, I wanted to see Clarrisa. The vampire chick had interrupted a hot session with a curvy brunette and I had already lost interest. Clarrisa was not only beautiful, she was sexy and even though she wanted some kind of long term relationship while I wanted something casual, I was sure we could both come to an und

I recognized faces from every major family and corporation in Crimson Bay and they all turned to stare as we entered. The whispers started immediately. "Did you hear? They're engaged." "After twenty years of rivalry? Impossible." "Someone should tell Vittorio Romano. He's going to be furious." "I heard Dante bought her the emerald ring. His grandmother's ring." Dante leaned down to murmur in my ear. "Showtime."

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.

Victor’s voice boomed with authority: "Before the moon, before the ancestors, before the pack—you bind your souls this night. In love, in loyalty, in duty. Do you accept one another as mate and as bond?" “I do,” Lorraine said, her voice clear and certain. “I do,” Caden answered, steady though his heart echoed another name in silence. The ritual blade was brought forth, its edge gleaming. They each drew a line across their palms, crimson welling before they pressed their hands together. Blood mingled, sealing the pact. A ripple of power surged outward, washing through the clearing as the pack felt the bond begin to form.

A loud cry tears from his throat as cum spurts across his smooth stomach in thick ropes. The sight sends me over the edge. I cum so hard that white spots flicker across my vision. The intensity leaves me slumped forward, breathing ragged. When Victor’s heavy eyelids finally flutter open, we just stare at each other, chests heaving, our breaths mingling in the quiet room.

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."

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.”