Crimson Peak Sir Thomas Sharpe の小説・ストーリー

Dean asked while he turned the map. “Raven’s peak.” Gavin said his voice sounded threatening as he spoke. Dean nodded and dropped the map. He picked up another and looked to Gavin. “Find Port Sin. Raven’s Peak is just south of there. Port sin will stand out more.” Dean said, handing a map to Thomas before getting himself another. Thomas raised an eyebrow almost snatching the map from Dean. He didn’t trust him. “Exactly what does this guy have to do with Claire?” Thomas asked, a threat lingering in his tone.

Voices. Soft at first. Muffled. Two. Maybe three. One low and serious. The other more relaxed, sarcastic even. Jules rose slowly, creeping to the window, knife pressed to her thigh. She peeked through the grime and saw them — one man, tall, rugged, carrying a rifle and walking with the kind of posture that screamed ex - college student. The other had dark curls, a limp, and a familiar smirk. Her heart stopped. Niko. Of all people.

Amara’s POV The palace gates loomed tall, banners of crimson and gold snapping in the wind. From the balconies above, trumpets sounded to herald the latest arrivals, but their music only scraped across my nerves. I stood at Blake’s side, his hand steady at the small of my back, yet my body was taut, coiled like a bowstring. The SUVs rolled into the courtyard, their polished wheels grinding against the stone. The first to step down was Alpha Victor. His presence was as commanding as I remembered—broad shoulders, sharp eyes that cut across the crowd before landing on me. He did not smile.

It took him so long before he drifted into a deep sleep filled with fiery nightmares. ❇❇❇ Thunder roared and the world turned white for a second when a bolt of lightning struck the ground. The steep slope of the mountain was making it harder for him to get away as it was already eroded and rocks were falling down from afar. Looking back, he could see the flicker of torches the darkened soldiers were carrying.

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.

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

In his eyes, there is still the trace of desire from their passionate kiss which is yet to fade away. On the other hand, Mark, after recovering from his shock, looks at Blake. But then he sees the eyes of Blake which are glowing red. Before he can confirm it more, he suddenly feels his hands shaking, and gradually his entire body starts to shake, and then he feels the world fading away before his eyes and finally his vision darkens.

The bond was tugging harder now, stronger, impossible to resist. The square was a wild, chaotic celebration of joy, laughter, and love. Mates were finding each other under the crimson light, their howls of unity echoing across the pack lands. My wolf clawed at me, restless and demanding, urging me to find her. And then I saw her.

Alpha Zaid's soldiers dropped thier swords and fall on their knees. "Your majesty!" They all said at once. Crimson remaining soldiers screamed excitedly. Crimson was too tired and has sustained a lot of wounds and deep injuries, she could hardly opened her eyes. She tried to locate Pearl and when she saw her, she dragged Alpha Zaid's head and dragged herself on the ground till she reached her, she dropped the head on her feet. "I...I have kept my...my promise." Crimson shuttered and fell unconscious. "We did it!" Alexis jumped, she saw Shannon and hissed.

“You came back—” She twisted around. And froze. It wasn’t Fenrak. The man standing at the edge of the firelight was taller, broader, his wolf-scarred jawline catching the glow of the flames. Shadows deepened the ridges of his face, the faint torchlight catching on his sharp teeth as he smiled—a predator’s smile. “Hello again… little Crimson.” Her breath hitched. Blood roared in her ears. She rose to her feet, every muscle stiff, her instincts screaming. Her hands curled into fists, though they trembled.