Crimson Lovers Novels & Stories

"The Marcone vanguard attempted a kinetic extraction. The asset is unharmed. I neutralized the targets." Enzo sprinted over, his boots splashing through the blood-slicked concrete. He looked at the three dead hitmen, then at Dante’s bleeding shoulder, and finally down at Isabella, who was cowering behind Dante’s massive frame, her hands covering her face, her shoulders shaking with violent, silent sobs.

It was still gentle, yet it held fear and maybe a bit of curiosity. “I'm listening,” he said. I wanted him to tell me that no matter what, nothing would change, that his love for me would cease when the sky would collapse, but this was reality. My tragic reality. “I'm what I've been dreading to be and what you've always hated.” I looked down for a second then looked up at him. “I'm a Crimson.” Tears slid down my face once I uttered these words. I hated who I was. I hated my pack and I hated what was about to happen to me before it even happened.

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

I mean anyone knows Icy has a crush on him except Rob himself. " What,... No way. I'm always like this, remember. I'm a model... Fashion model to be exact." "Rob is like a model too, you know.." I'm still teasing her here. Call me bad if u want. " Rob has a girlfriend, Cerc. What are u saying for God's love?" " That doesn't mean anything. Everything is allowed in war and love, dear!" " That would be called cheating, and you know better than anyone how that feels, right?"

More like you saw me run away from a battle more, a tiny voice retorted in my mind. Oniko brought me away from the scene of the carnage as the nighthawks led by the red matron cleared the area and burnt the bodies of the cursed ones and dead humans. “Wha— what’s going on?” I asked softly, raising my head as I sensed a wild surge of magic, a joint effort of the over ten witches beside the red matron. Oniko sighed. “There were over ten dead humans, no way we could cover it up, so they are severing their threads of Karma. No one would remember them and then there would be no questions when they turn up missing.”

"The people can't see or hear us. Besides, this wasn't what I want you to show you. I wanted to tell you a story; of the first Crimson Bride." "The first Crimson Bride?" "Earlier in the 13th Century, Vampires often were closer to mortals, since they enjoyed feasting on them most. Humans rarely knew about them at the time, not even the Good Mythics. Anything unusual was considered against the Word or the creation of God. There was once a human couple that walked into the depths of a forest in the middle of the night. They were in love. Until a savage Alpha ambushed them and turned the man into a Vampire. A Beta.

Hearts slammed against ribs like they were trying to reach through bone and fuse together again. When he finally slid inside her, it was with her name on his lips and tears on her lashes. Slow. Deep. A reclaiming. A surrender. A promise neither of them had the words for anymore. They moved together like the storm had come back to life inside their bodies urgent, overwhelming, inevitable. Every thrust was an apology. Every kiss was absolution. Every broken moan was a vow. Afterward, they stayed tangled, sweat-slick and trembling, her face buried in his neck, his arms locked around her so tightly it hurt in the best way.

Toren’s shoulders sagged. “I didn’t want to hurt her, Sophie,” Toren said hoarsely, voice breaking. “I didn’t want to hurt Shiloh either. They helped me. I… I thought Crimson stood for something bigger. I thought she meant justice. Then I saw her for who she was, Crimson, and I realised she was just as evil as the ones from Spring River... I ran, I had no part in the wedding.” Ronan stared at him. “You still helped slaughter people.”

He didn’t usually get upset so easily. “What’s going on?” He was red. Not with embarrassment, but with rage. “I don’t understand this,” he snapped, glaring at me. “I don’t understand what it means to love someone so much that you’d tear the world apart for her… but damn it, I’d never let her go.” I blinked, confused. Krimson didn’t usually talk to me like that. “If I loved a woman the way you love her,” he continued, “I’d fight tooth and nail. I’d crawl if I had to, and I wouldn’t let her leave thinking she’s not enough or that she’s a burden.”

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