Crimson Rivers Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Black River remembered what it was. The valley no longer sagged beneath the weight of Mira’s blood-soaked rituals. The land stood taller now, as if it had finally been allowed to breathe. Pines once gray and brittle had deepened into full, living green, their branches rolling in slow waves with the wind. The river that cut through the territory ran clear—no steam, no sour magic clinging to its banks. Its scent was clean stone and moss, touched with the faint metallic truth of honest blood instead of sacrifice.

A land built only for war. Instead, she found something unexpected. A home. The Crimson village sat between mountains, surrounded by tall stone structures carved directly into the cliffs. Warriors trained in open fields. Families walked through the streets. Children laughed. It was not the kingdom of monsters she had imagined. It was a place. A living place. Elara noticed Riven watching her reaction. “What?” He looked away. “You expected something different.” She crossed her arms. “Maybe.” “Most people do.” “Why?”

Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath. The next night, the warriors, witches, and several security technicians went to the Redwood Pack. This was the time to break through all barriers. Samantha was going to blow up their security centers first, then she was going to kill Alexi. She was the one that ruined her life because of her very existence.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

she says chuckling like it’s a fun memory; she has a very dark and kinda twisted sense of humor. Rex whimpers and I can feel his shame and hurt, shame of what he did and hurt that his mate doesn’t even want to see him. We reach the clearance by the crimson red river that runs through our pack land, hence the name of our pack “the crimson river pack”.

Both are here on GN. If you'd like another BL book, check out Subduing the Alpha or I am Not Your Love Story which is also on GN. Please note that Subduing the Alpha has two versions, the completed BL version and the hetro version which is still being edited for a female lead. And, if you're tired of romance stories and would like some adventure and fantasy, please check out Adventures of the Crown. Book 1 is completed and book 2 is ongoing. Both are on GN and MN.

WE ALL STAND QUIETLY on the path leading up the dark-gloomy castle entrance as the three matrons carry out a ritual. Seven small outcropping rocks lie spread wide apart in a horizontal line at the path leading to the castle steps and Oniko with the assistance of Bashir and Biola moves to each of the rocks, taking one of the seven rams that had been made available for the ritual, slaughtering the rams upon it and letting the blood spill upon the rock while the matrons follow them from behind chanting incantations.

I took in the view before me, that although cloaked in darkness, was still something to behold. The beauty of Cross Rivers was that we had the lush wilderness from the North, views of snow capped mountains from the East and the rivers that weaved through each territory like veins to where I happened to lead: the heart of it all. Running my fingers through my hair, I listened to the song of the cicatas fade as I gave my beast permission to claw out into the night. It was time for a new dawn.

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I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.