Crimson Peak A Book Novels & Stories

Like winter had been waiting in a locked room. “By igniting the silver fire to kill the Ice-Wyrm,” the Goddess warned, “you acted as a magical beacon.” Her physical form began to unravel, violently into mist. “You woke the old world. The continent across the Black Sea has felt your pureblood pulse. The Crimson Court knows you’re alive. And they are already here.” “Wait!” I shouted, pushing forward. “Who is the Crimson Court?” But the Goddess, kind of completely dissolved, left behind nothing at all except that echo of her last, haunting saying, “The blood-drinkers have come for the crown.”

Without loosening his crushing, hot grip on my waist, Seth presses his face into my neck and replies, "Take us straight to Crimson Peak Den." Crimson Peak Den serves as Seth’s personal, heavily guarded mountain retreat, completely tucked away from the public eye of the high council. "Understood, boss." Myles nods his head, instructs the driver, and then reaches forward to raise the thick black privacy screen between the seats.

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the key components. In fact, it was spelled out for us in the scrolls King Arman kept hidden.” I look at Crimson. He and Tawny had discovered the folder of documents in the palace wall one night. The discovery had played a major part in their relationship and so had Abner. Crimson sits listening, watching. His yellow eyes all seeing. It was his biological father that set today’s events in motion and it was his mate that beheaded him in one epic blow. No one knew, not even Kolby Crimson himself, the extent of his mystical magical. He was strong, fast, and could shift sizes and colors. He was attracted to magic and magic was drawn to him. Anything beyond

Their white skin gleams like ivory in the dark night. The forest spreads out forever. Trees stretch in every direction. No path shows. No end appears. Branches reach out and slap my face as I push forward. Sharp twigs scratch my skin. Snow falls into my eyes and mouth. I wipe my face with my sleeve. My boots sink deep with every step. The leather grows wet and heavy. My breath comes out in white clouds. I fall forward suddenly. My hands and face land in the snow. The cold burns my skin. Snow fills my mouth.

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

Chapter 5 Title:Still Open, Still Leaking Setting: Jonah’s penthouse apartment, 3:17 a.m., alone POV:Jonah Cole (first-person) Focus: Solo — filthy self-use, overstimulation, residual mess, mirror, toys, heavy self-degradation Heat: Extremely high, pure smut I barely made it through my own front door.

“There was more. Carved into the wall, beside the marks. It was meant for you, Alpha.” “For me?” “Yes. A message. Direct.” Kieran straightened, his eyes meeting Damien’s squarely. He recited the chilling words carved into the blood-soaked wall of the Creekside Pack house. “‘To the Alpha of the Crimson Peaks,’” Kieran quoted, his voice stark, “‘You hold what is not yours. The White Wolf belongs to the night. Hand over the Blackwood aberration, or watch the world burn.’”

Our journey here has been paved with blood, betrayal, and immense sacrifice, but standing atop the highest peak of the realm, the weight of the crown feels less like a burden and more like the ultimate promise of a peaceful tomorrow. Just as the cold metal touches my brow, making me the official Supreme Alpha King, a sudden, blinding crimson flash erupts from the northern horizon, sending a violent magical shockwave that makes everyone's inner wolves whimpering in sudden terror. The sky over the distant Frostpeak passes tears open in a jagged seam of violent, blood-red light, completely drowning out the serene winter sun.

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.

“I promise you, I’m not that kind of alpha. Crimson Dawn has been a sanctuary pack for decades. No harm will ever come to you here.” I allow her a moment of respite in the hopes of allowing my statement to sink in. “Can you tell me what happened? Your last days at Purple Mountain and what happened to your arm.” I push subtly. I rub her back gently as she adjusts her position, returning her forehead to my neck so her voice isn’t as muffled.