Crimson Oath Novels & Stories

“Two over-curious guys snuck in once. By the time they were rescued, one went crazy and was admitted to a mental asylum and another was found dead.” Seems like a serious case. Like I care. I love to do what others say no to. More like a rebellious phase of mine. Well, my entire life went through this phase. The rush of adrenaline of doing what others forbid is addicting. That's how I became the notorious mafia in human life and the crown prince in the vampire one. “I see.” Orlo cocks his head like he is in deep thought. He glances at us, his brothers. A short smirk appears on his lips. “That concludes that we are never going to set our feet in this area.”

“He proved his word to Cole several times and by the time Cole and I left, Alpha Black didn’t want him to leave. Combine that with the strictness I saw, yes I believe if he said it was a reportable offense he reported it.” I’m nodding my head as I leave the table to plug the phone in on the kitchen counter. “You’ve been to four packs. Of those packs, if you were offered a second run, which lasts a year and gives you a chance at a position in the pack, if all four offered who would you pick?” “Crimson Dawn.” I freeze where I stand, shocked that he didn’t even have to think about it. “Why?” I keep it simple considering the shock I’m in right now.

"You're my hostage, I kidnapped you and you're talking like that? I could kill for that." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Kill me? You said you're not a killer." She crossed her arms and turn that b*tchy face on. "I'm a criminal, Finley Hamilton. If I can stop myself from committing any crime, remember that I can also force myself to kill someone." Those words he said gave her chills, making her gulp audibly. "Don't go easy on me, doesn't mean that I'm letting you live, doesn't mean I'm not touching you or keeping you breathing and giving you a chance to see your family again... I'm never plan on killing you. Remember that."

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.

He didn’t speak. Aleksander stood at the front, gesturing to the screen where a mafia crest flickered in bold red. “A new group out of Naples,” he said. “Decided to get brave. They intercepted one of our shipments last night near the port. Cargo worth over four million gone, poof. Just like that. And they left us a message.” He tapped the screen. A grainy image popped up, three bodies hanging upside down from a crane, throats slit, a snake symbol scorched into their chests.

To the hush in the corners of the room that felt too deep. “Did you ever think the house was… alive?” Sloane asked, voice low. Theo took a slow sip, then sat beside her. Not too close. But not far. “Not alive,” he said. “Just aware.” She nodded, absently, eyes fixed on the fire. “When I started writing The Crimson Letter, I thought it was fiction. I had no outline, no plan. The words came all at once like they already existed.” “And then it disappeared,” Theo said.

"Blood oath?" asked Rosalina. "Are you being serious right now?" Her eyes widened in shock. The blood oath was a brief ritual where one cut his or her palm until one drew blood. The crimson droplet subsequently would be used to make a promise on specific terms. It was a ritual of loyalty. There weren’t many elves who dared to go through this ritual, for those who went back on the promises would end up the most painful death. "Yes, Princess Rosalina. I'm sorry, but we have to do this. We need to make sure the talk today will stay within this circle," said Alessa.

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

Lucian’s face darkened. “They found us.” ⸻ A shadow descended through the broken roof. Then another. Then dozens. Figures dressed in crimson armor landed upon the cathedral floor without making a sound. Unlike the Lost Keepers… Their armor bore no phoenix. Only a single crimson eye. Burning. Watching. ⸻ Cassian whispered one name. “The Crimson Covenant.” ⸻ Aurelius slowly closed his eyes. “I hoped they had vanished.” ⸻ Their leader stepped forward. A tall woman with flowing white hair.

“No. Let him hear it.” Lyra’s voice grew louder, carrying across the gathered pack. “When the Sundering came, when fire split the world, who stood unbroken? Not the elves, who betrayed their own. Not the vampires, who fed on the ashes. It was the wolves who endured. Our blood carried the oath to watch, to wait, to guard against fire’s return.” Kaelen stiffened. Her eyes gleamed, hungry and sharp. “So when I see you, fire-born, I do not see an exile. I see the breaking of that oath. I see a curse wrapped in flesh.”