Crimson Lovers Novels & Stories

Elena’s tone turned brisk. I watched them go towards the stairs and climb. I tracked every flex of muscle beneath denim, every shift of long hair against broad backs. Elena’s voice dropped to a murmur. “Not every woman craves long-haired lovers.” “Yet you gave me three.” My pulse thundered. “Convenient.”

Have you heard of them? Dante's face is grim. "No. But if they're what Connor thought they were—" "Then Victoria's crimes were just the beginning." Sera looks up at him. "We need to tell the tribunal." "Agreed." They find Agent Morrison in a conference room, reviewing evidence. When they show her the letter, her expression goes from curious to alarmed. "The Crimson Order," she says slowly. "I've heard rumors. Underground hunter organization, supposedly disbanded in the 1800s. But if they're back." She pulls out her phone, making calls. "I need to bring this to the tribunal immediately."

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 turned to leave as Jeffery who had just taken a glass of red wine was mistakenly hit by someone and the wine splashed all over Cindy's face and white dress and people turned their head as some chuckled. Cindy looked down at her dress that had just been ruined by the red wine that empties on it. "Sor.." Jeffery who was about to apologise stopped when he saw who it was. "It's you again." Cindy looks at him. "Are you a stroke of bad luck? Huh!" He said in a cold voice as tears rolled down Cindy's eyes. "Or, are you following me around to cause troubles, cause I think you are just a wretched stalker?" He looks at her all over. "Or rather, are you a bumper? Where the heck did you come from, w

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

“If we reunite, we might destroy the Voice.” The crowned one glared at her. “Or lose ourselves forever.” “You said it yourself,” I whispered. “The only way forward is through truth.” The crowned version’s blade faltered then she dropped it and stepped forward. For a single, breathless moment, both versions reached for each other. The light exploded. The light burned hot, white and red like the blood moon itself. The two versions of her trembled as their hands touched, and I felt the pulse ripple through the chamber like the heartbeat of Black Hollow.

"Damon was just a jerk, he used me only to get to my throne, I don't even care about him anymore, Tyler has been the light that change my darkness, he was my strength when I was weak..... crimson narrated everything to Shannon and Shannon felt really bad for her. "I think Tyler is also going through a lot because the only guy that loves you sincerely was him, tolerating how you treated him and accepted you and even befriended you, you are Lucky to have met with someone like him, but I want to ask you a question." Shannon said. "Ask, what's that?" Crimson answered. "Do you love Tyler?" Shannon asked. Crimson look at her and then bend her head down. "When Damon betrayed my love for him I thoug

In which there is a split of the Crimson order of One-One, with the ancient order of Scarlet Desires from the legion of its various warrior vampires. Being that they are divided between their defenders of their entire race, even though none of them desires to annihilate their enemies with as much eagerness as Desires, the various champions of the Crimson Order of One-One, being from Paying Merah, the assassins, their spies, which will go from the lords of the red clouds, to the guardians, who are the red umbrellas. Desires, this is one of the guardians, he is next to his sister, immortal, Luxury, his sister, was everything he was, the woman had beautiful and full breasts, both had their red

Empty and hollow. “I don’t have a spirit animal,” Crimson tells us what we already know. “I had no idea Tawny was my mate, hell I didn’t even know I would be given a mate. It took weeks for me to realize the reason I couldn’t stay away from her was because of the mate pull. I fought with everything I had.” “I can honestly say as a witness to their love it was murder to watch. Comical at times. Especially when Tawny rejected Crimson.” Mason smiles then holds up two fingers, “Twice! And look at them now.”