Crimson Reaper Novels & Stories

Peter dropped his hands. “You found out more quickly than I expected. That my dear is smart.” Avery looked at him from head to toe, she put her hands on the trigger. “I don't mind blowing off your head. Who are you?” She asked him, her head spinning from what's going on. He only smiled and moved. “I promise you, I will shoot you if you don't stand still and start talking” she said to him already pulling the trigger. “My Name is Arthur Crimson. The leader of the Crimson Red. Nice to meet you.” He said stretching his hands out for a handshake.

“You’re telling me he could rival a Grandmaster?” Crystal nodded grimly. “More than that. Norman’s already created his own style—the Crimson Reaper Arts. It’s a sword technique so deadly and precise that it’s said to leave no room for error. And Egbert? He’s the heir to that legacy. If the rumours are true, Egbert has already mastered the Crimson Reaper Arts to an astonishing degree.” Danial’s hands clenched into fists. He could feel a cold sweat forming on his brow. If everything Crystal said was true, Pavan was walking into a fight against someone who wasn’t just skilled—he was the heir to a legacy of death and destruction.

I placed my hands on my baby bump, in efforts to protect my little girl from the unpredictable predator in front of me. “You will mark, Allister first,” Reaper started. I let out a sharp growl of protest before he put up a finger to signal me to wait for him to finish. “In the ceremony you will be asked to choose to break your fated mate bond and choose a new bond with Allister. You will use this on him.” Reaper showed a blade that had a yellow gel like substance through the center of the blade. The blade looked to be handcrafted and was obviously not your typical wolfsbane infused blade. The silver gleamed in the moonlight that was cascading into the cabin.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

I stare at him like the poor vampire has lost his mind, but he seems to be in too good of a mood to acknowledge my staring. Kieran turns around and places his hand on my back to push me forward a little. We reach a bright red door, and he stops again. "Alright, each door is a different colour to make it easier for everyone to find their way around and find the shit they need. Yes, I could label the doors too, but I don't think a first-timer would like to walk past the door that has the word "DILDOS" written all over it." Kieran laughs at his joke, but I remain silent. If only I knew what he's trying to describe. "The red door is for clothes - playtime outfits, Arena clothes, or anything you

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

"They walk so freely like nothing ever happened. They stomped on our life. How happy things could have gone. How happy our life could have been. But no, it had to all go wrong because of them. I will make them all pay, Mom. I will surely see to it that I get justice for your death. Then, I shall earn the right to apologize to you, Mom. I don't deserve your forgiveness, not until I bring the killers to justice and make them go through the hell that I went through." I said, wiping the little tears that crumbled down my eyes as my gaze landed on the business card in my hand. "Adrian De Santos... This can't be it, right, Mother? I know I want revenge, but I just can't. My life has been bound und

Alpha Jermain’s face tightened as he finally began his dark rituals. He positioned a small table, already laden with all the necessary items, directly before Lilias. Swiftly, he took a ceremonial blade and made a precise cut across the palm of Lilias’s hand. A gasp escaped the woman, more from shock than pain, as bright red blood welled up and slowly began to drip into an ancient goblet he held beneath. The Alpha watched intently as the crimson droplets fell, his eyes bulging triumphantly.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

I rush over to the full-length mirror. My reflection stares back at me. My skin has turned flawlessly pale, with more veins than before, and my eyes are glowing a terrifying crimson red; you could hardly recognize me. I feel stronger and more vibrant than I ever have. The dark trauma of Adrian's assault feels like a distant, fading shadow, burned away entirely by the fiery power currently coursing through my veins. I am the Crimson Queen. I am Raya, fully awakened by the unconditional love of my mate. That means Cassian…