Novelas y relatos de Crimson Ocean

"... a woman identified as Tianna Crueson found at the river of *****, Texas. Police reports said that the autopsy showed that the woman was drowned and some variants of an unknown drug was found..." "What a juicy news we got!" Duke exclaimed and asked for a high five from Rig that he gave. "I helped you dump that gorgeous body, man!" He proudly said. He's sitting on his favour white couch that he lets no one sit on it but him. Duke's leaning on a shelf that doesn't have books but full of unloaded guns at any form of calibers and magazines while Rig's sitting on the arm of a long sofa. "Looks like we just wounded that fatso Tucker Crueson, right?" He chuckled maniacally while staring at the

Nothing compares to this. Obsidian is careful to not go too fast as he’s a fast wolf, but Crimson is more like a pup getting used to her legs for the first time. She might be a grown wolf, but she’s still learning what it’s like to be free after being suppressed for so long. I wish all omegas could experience this because it’s wonderful. I don’t think there is anything like it in the world.

Soon the beautiful sea shell dissolved in my palms, turning into bright red, spilling through my fingers. ‘BLOOD!’’ The unmistakable stench of blood hits my senses strongly. I staggered back, my eyes staring at the ocean in shock, unable to believe what my eyes were telling me. The once blue ocean was now darkened and nothing more than an endless sea of blood. “This… this can’t be happening.” My whisper vanished into the air as the sky above cracked open with thunder, clouds twisting into a storm. “This can't be real!” I tried to move but I couldn't. My legs were clamped by something deep under water. Cold. Unyielding. Clutching onto me right, and pulling me down deeper like a sinking sand.

"Get... off... my... ship!'' He released the controls with one hand. He reached back, mentally grabbing the crab’s claw. Heat. He channeled a spike of pure thermal energy into the crab's shell. The water around the claw flash-boiled. The steam explosion blew the crab's arm off. The monster shrieked and fell back into the darkness of the Pacific side. The Iron Lung spun through the lock, tumbling into the open water beyond. THE ATLANTIC Leo stabilized the ship. We drifted to a halt, hovering in the open water. "Damage report?" Leo gasped, slumping in his chair. "Rear stabilizer gone," Silas said, checking the gauges. "Hull integrity at 80%. But the pressure seal held." "We're through," Kai sa

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.

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

They struck fast, dragging him down, slicing skin, pulling him toward the depths. Cayden fought. He always fought. But the ocean was not his territory. Blood stained the waves. His strength ebbed. His wolf screamed as his vision blurred. He sank, lungs burning, heart slowing. Then the water shifted. The sea stilled. A presence rose. Through fading sight, Cayden saw blue and green light cutting through darkness. Scales like living gemstones. A crown formed of coral and tide. Strong arms caught him before the water claimed his last breath.

The rooftop bar glistened like a glass jewel above the city, suspended between the fog of power and the sky of illusion. Neera stepped out of the elevator into cold air that tasted of tobacco and expensive whiskey, the combination that she once hated but later on learned to just ignore. Her heels clicked against the marble, an unspoken declaration of war in a world of velvet threats. Kieran Renzaro was already there, seated in a booth that overlooked the skyline. A low amber light bathed his features in gold, but the rest of him remained in shadow—calm, composed, unreadable.

That night, Anthony's mother, the ever-so-sweet Camila Morentti, held my hand and asked with a warm smile, "Sweetie, this is your home now. What would you like for a wedding present? You name it, and it's yours." Before I could even think of an answer, Anthony chimed in, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazed at me, "Mom, let's give Isabella the hot spring retreat up on the mountain! She can't stand the cold, and it'll be the perfect cozy spot for her in the winter. Plus, it's great for her health." Camila agreed without a second thought. Anthony remembered how much I hated the cold. Sebastian remembered, too. That was why, in what felt like a previous life, he used my deepest fear in

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.