Crimson Rain Sought Flower Novels & Stories

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

Splash ! of water. Several horses clutter across the river crossing in pursuit of dying dark order, ambushing the attention of Christine. Flames of fire danced backwards from the pressure of the wind. Her muscle and tussle become restless. Her euphoria was incarnated by anxiety. She was bewildered by the actions to take. If it too runs where to? On the west stood a labyrinth that connected the whole village. If it to climb the tree she was incapable due to its slipperiness and flimsy branches. The tress served as are ethic of beauty to the serene. Full red flowers that wafted their inventible scent for anything that clanged to the atmosphere around it. This was the first flower gifted to her

I can feel moisture in the air itself, waiting, ready to obey. I extend my hand over the flowers, focusing on the pull inside me. A second passes, and then another, before the sky above responds. Rain falls, not in delicate drops, but in a sudden downpour, drenching the flowers and the ground beneath my feet. I watch in stunned silence as the rain cascades down, soaking everything in its path.

' I take a deep breath and just follow what I truly wanted to give respond from his question. "Yes,I wanted to be free and be with Rain again.."

A pink bunny stood in front of the elevator doors, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a large note in the other. What in the actual fuck is this? He hopped towards me, bringing the flowers out to me. Long stemmed deep red roses, a dozen over them, wrapped in white tissue paper and a silver wrapping. “Oh, I don’t think these are for me.” I was utterly confused. He held up the sign, revealing my name in big letters. Raine McClaren. “That definitely is your name,” Shane said from behind me. I looked around, realizing I was drawing a crowd. Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so embarrassed before in my life. And to top it off, I had no idea how to handle this.

A real grip from a woman with crimson eyes who called herself her mother and whose voice cracked like it had been crying for years. She got up. Went to the window. Looked down. The wolf was there. Right below her window. Looking straight up at her. Those gold eyes burning steady in the dark, patient and fixed on her face like it had been watching her window all night. She pressed her palm flat against the cold glass. Then she looked at the windowsill. A flower sat on the outside ledge. Dark crimson petals. Almost black at the edges. Fresh and alive on a second floor windowsill with no ledge and no tree close enough to reach. Placed there carefully. On purpose.

Amara pov: The morning air bit at my skin as we stepped out of the armored vehicle and into the cruel winter haze near the border fence. Snow fell in lazy spirals, soft and deceptive, trying to cover the stench of death clinging to the earth. But nothing could mask it—not for someone like me. Not for someone who knew the difference between blood spilled in battle and blood spilled as a warning. Kira walked ahead with grim purpose, her eyes scanning everything—every tree, every footprint, every glint of metal buried in the frost.

The embers in the fireplace had died down to a dull, pulsing crimson, burying the guest quarters in a suffocating, heavy gloom. Outside, the rain had completely stopped, leaving Lake Como trapped beneath a toxic, frozen fog that bled through the gaps in the stone window frames.

I left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

CRIMSON I went home early that day. Mrs. Li said that I could rest for the whole afternoon with pay since she had an urgent thing to do. I feel that it was because of what I reported to her that the man where I delivered the flowers said that he wanted to talk to her.