Crimson Reaper Novels & Stories

Crimson sat down on the ground and cried, it wasn't easy for her to take such a huge decision, but she tried on so many occasions to ignore Alexis but it's just getting worse. Tyler came and met her there. "Crimson...." "Are you gonna ask if I'm okay?" "Fine, I'm not okay, everything is not fine...I'm just the worse person, I had arrested my own sister, my biological sister, I have failed as a sister, I have broken the promises I made to our parents to always take care of her but what should I do? I'm helpless, I tried, I tried hard not to look into all the evil conspiracy that Alexis had done to me but I just can't anymore, I took a reborn for revenge after finding out the secret affairs of

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

The bodies of the two attackers did not feel like ordinary flesh but more akin to puppets. "Who are you people?" Chase roared, his voice filled with fury. The black-clad man coughed blood, a grim smile on his lips. "Who are we? Haha... We're reapers. Everything on you... is ours now!" As he spoke, the man slammed a hand over the wound on his chest. A thumb-sized green talisman materialized, emitting a sharp, piercing hum.

No one is ever going to rescue us, and their constant begging only eggs on the Pearl Reapers. The lashes fall harder, the shrieks grow louder, and pearls fall like rain into the water around us. “That’s it, harder!” The head Reaper praises his men. “Give them more!” We give nicknames to all the Reapers. We know little about them, other than that they belong to the Bloodstone pack. We’ve never seen them in their wolf forms, so we name them based on their human appearances. We call the head reaper Cyclops – christened thus for the jagged scar running through his left eye socket; his sight solely dependent on his right eye. Unfortunately his aim is no less precise for the disability.

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

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.

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

She put everything I had shared with her into it, making each of our dreams for a child come true. Just 3 months after meeting with her, Crimson had suddenly become pregnant and was able to have the experience of carrying and giving life to our first child. Having no clue who the child would resemble as the pregnancy was completely created through Hera's abilities, we were all in for quite the shock when Crimson gave birth to a baby girl who looked just like Damien, with the exception of my burgundy hair.

Fighting a group of scraggly Vampire rebels who had no clue what being discreet meant had to be easier than taking out the Rhineharts and Thier dynasty. I did not plan to hurt Amelia, as long as she did not try to stand in my way. She was my mate after all, and she could either come to terms with her new life, or she'd be caught up in the war between I and her family, and if that happened -- I cannot tell if I would be able to restrain my wolf from stealing the very life put of her. Killing one's own mate was called setra, it was the highest form of torture, but I did not mind, I had nothing much to live for. I loved the pain.

into his cheek. The sound of his pain sends a thrill through me, unexpected but undeniable. My heart hammers against my ribcage as I watch the blood well up when King and I carve the next letter—"R". The cuts aren't deep but they're slow enough to ensure Phillips stays conscious through every second of it. When we finish, I take a step back to admire our handiwork. "CR," I whisper, satisfaction blooming in my chest. Crimson Reapers. For the first time, I feel like I'm truly a part of their twisted family.