Crimson Lovers Novels & Stories

The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night. A large bonfire burned brightly, the flames dancing and licking the air as they hissed and roared. The altar was a large slab of red granite, candles flickering in the night air, a red clay sacrificial pot sat to the side. A large silver dagger gleamed in the candlelight, its white ivory handle carved with the head of a wolf howling at the moon. The bond that tethered Jackson to the Grey Steel Pack and Alpha Darius needed to be severed, the promise to die and Jackson rebirthed as the Beta of the Crimson Shadows. Drum steadying beating, the music i

he said. "I kind of envy them," He added, and I looked at him in disbelief. He caught sight of my expression. "Oh yes Kaldar, in fact many ordinary vampires envy Abnormals. We remember how it was before our impurification, how life had been so warm and cherry and we want that life back. No one knows for sure why Abnormals are so, but some day it is because they held on to the memory of someone they love as they were being impurified. They love they felt for that unknown person is said to be so strong, it kept them at a loving side," he said, and I remembered the image of the woman that had been flashing through my mind and giving me a strange zeal to live.

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

But I had little choice in this agonizing moment, so Ivor and I followed her, our expressions grim. We traversed a long, dimly lit hallway, the air growing colder with every step, until we finally arrived in a cavernous, unfurnished hall. The space was eerily silent, amplifying the sound of our footsteps. Lorainne turned to face us, her eyes radiating pure, unadulterated sarcasm, a mocking gleam that chilled me to the bone. “This is the offering chamber,” she declared with a wave of her hand. “Nerville performed the renowned rites here. Her blood was deemed worthy, it mixed perfectly with my mate’s. The Labowoods and Hollraux are a perfect match.”

Hinugot ni Crimson ang kutsilyo mula sa pisnge nito. “Sweetie, you don't tell a psycho that they are a psycho.” She smiled sweetly. “It makes them mad.” Bulong nito. “Are you mad?” Tanong ko at agad naman siyang tumingin sa akin bago tumawa nang bahagya. “Oh, very.” Her smile faded as she gripped on Lore's neck tightly, choking her. “If you're so desperate to see Hellios, why don't you join him?” Nanggigigil na suhestiyon ni Crimson sa dalaga at pinagsasaksak ito sa leeg.

My thoughts of Crimson must have summoned him because suddenly there he was, looking dashing in his sleek black tuxedo. My heart raced at the sight of him. However, any happiness my heart felt upon seeing him vanished like a speck of dust when I noticed Celestine was with him. They looked so great together. At first, I wasn't sure what was happening. But then Crimson knelt down on one knee while holding a velvet box. In a voice filled with love and adoration, he spoke, "Will you marry me, Celestine?" The words sounded so wonderful, yet they pierced my heart like thorns.

"I still have trouble understanding why you preferred to spend the evening with them, frankly, I don't know how should I take it." "It's not against you, I assure you, I stupidly let myself be dragged away. I'm sorry for having abandoned you, but Lucian was insistent and... I cracked.” "I can't believe it. Of all the guys in college, you had to choose him, hey, Celeste, open your eyes. No way!" "And why's that?" "But because it's contrary to nature... You can't kiss that... that kind of.... a..." I suddenly realize what she's getting at. The reason why Sarah hates the Bathory's so much is because she knows! She know who they really are!

Alpha Charles asked while the pack rose to their feets and gritted their teeths at the words that were about coming out from Brenda's lips "It's the Crimson Hunters, the most deadliest among all, They are back!" . . THE CRIMSON TOWER Mr Glamora Verah, The leader of the Crimson Hunters sat on a Swivel Chair and rested his back on it. He had a huge Cigarette Wrapped in his lips while he smiled at the huge smoke that popped out of it. Seconds wavered and the door opened and about a handful of Men tumbled Into the House while they lowered their head in shame. Mr Glamora Verah who received quite a pleasure both from his Cigarette and from the ladies that sat around his torso frowned his face afte

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”