Novel & Cerita Crimson Ocean Chapter 1

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

Silver light washed across her senses as her wolf emerged fully into the night. But something was different. Her wolf stood taller. Stronger. Her fur shimmered faintly in the moonlight — deep crimson along her back fading into dark silver along her sides. Regina blinked in surprise. The world exploded with sensation. Every scent, every sound, every heartbeat in the forest pulsed through her awareness. She could feel the movement of life around her like ripples in water. The Blood Moon wolf had awakened. ⸻ Aldric Aldric woke instantly.

I turned in every direction, but there was nothing to see, only that endless gray, curling and breathing like a living thing. Then the world tilted. The ground gave way. I fell, or thought I did, tumbling into blackness that had no end. When I hit the ground, it wasn’t ground at all but water. It was shallow and still, black as ink, stretching forever. I rose slowly, gasping. My reflection rippled beneath me, faint and strange, as if I didn’t belong to it. And then came the voice. Ancient. Cold. Everywhere. Callen of the Crimson Pack.

I took his hand, not out of desperation, but with firmness and confidence. “Whatever it is… I’m ready to face it.” His eyes met mine, hesitating for just a second before nodding. His warmth enveloped me, and though I was trembling inside, I knew that with him near… I could weather any storm. “Tell me, Krimson,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.” And that was true. Though deep down… I had no idea of the hurricane that was coming. *** **Krimson**

With the lives that will link from one person to another, shall HE say? “Let’s begin with the first chapter of this book.” With a snap from HIM that echoes and engulfs everything for a second into the darkness. The light of the tainted red blood moon is eminent into the hour and supposed to be the time of the early day. To the time that freezes, the people that are taken into a full stop from the disaster that they escape unto the nick of their hair. The surroundings and everything around that are tainted with the mix of black and red from the family line that drops within it. She is somehow frozen in place, back unto the wall, eyes that can see everything as she took the cloth out from the

The darkness swallowed them whole. ☠️ End of Chapter 16

"Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this." Perhaps he had loved me, I thought. But it didn't matter now. We had already reached the point of no return. Rain lashed down at midnight, yet Gabriel was still outside. He didn't have an umbrella, and he didn't seek shelter from the rain. He just stood stubbornly in the storm. I looked at his soaked figure through the peephole. He had been just as drenched the day he pulled me out of the ocean. Even so, I held firm and didn't let him inside.

The deep sea was a realm of shattered black silk, a crushing, obsidian abyss where the light of the sun had never dared to reach. Outside the titanium hull of the Black Rose lead submarine, the ocean was a chaotic mess of cavitation and churning white foam. The low-frequency hum of twelve synchronized nuclear engines rose into a deafening, subsonic roar—a death symphony conducted by a woman who had finally run out of things to lose. Inside the command deck, the clinical red emergency lighting stretched the shadows of the crew into long, jagged knives, each one appearing ready to strike at the heart of the next.

POV: Corin The first warning wasn’t a sound. It was a feeling. A pressure shift in the air beyond Bloodstone’s outer ridge, like the world itself inhaled sharply and forgot how to exhale. Then the horizon turned red. Not fire. Not sunset. Something worse. A moving stain that crawled across the land like spilled blood refusing to settle. “The Red Tide…” someone whispered beside me. I didn’t look away from it. Because if I did, I might miss the exact moment it became real.