Crimson Rivers Book Novels & Stories

In fact it made her even more sad. She heard one of the ladies whispering to Ryder and telling him that she would be alright and he would have his sister bacck soon. To just be patient. She was grieving just as he was, but that everyone greived in a different way. She continued to gaze at the night sky and sighed. Then she noticed it, suddenly her eyes widened. Blood on the moon!

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV

The sun rose over the valley not with the violent crimson of the eclipse, but with a quiet, breathtaking cascade of amber and gold. It bathed the mist of the lower basin in a warm, honeyed light, melting the thin layers of frost on the weeping willows and turning the surface of the Crimson River into a glittering ribbon of diamonds. The storm had passed. The empires above were in a state of mourning, locked in a truce of shame, completely convinced that their sovereigns were nothing more than ghosts carried away by the rapids.

I woke up with it in my fucking lungs. I turned away from the blaze behind me. Dmitri’s empire was burning. Just like he deserved. Moscow stretched out ahead of me. Endless. Cold. Built on lies and bones. Just like me. I adjusted the strap of my bag, took one last look at the carnage, and disappeared into the dark. One night. One kill. One more monster down. And still, the list goes on...

With forbidden knowledge. It was almost indecently thrilling. I pulled the nearest volume toward me and opened it. The pages were brittle, edges browned with age. The script was cramped but surprisingly elegant, some sections in fading ink, others in more recent, sharper strokes where later scribes had added notes. I scanned headings. “Pact of the Seven Rivers—Alpha Thorne of Redclaw and the Water‑Binder Witches.” “Blood Price of the Crescent War.” “On the Folly of Binding Wolves to Moon Sorcerers.”

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

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.

He told to help myself to whatever book I may want to read and he took his seat behind his desk, writing away on a parchment with a quill pen. I schemed through ledgers of the books, reading titles that were written in languages I did not understand. All the books were red, except for a particular purple one. Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover.

And Crimson was bleeding before the first battle even began. ....

Riversane had to fend off the inescapable collapse And this was his last wrap Of centuries-old anguish The veil flickered, swayed with magical presence He crossed the line in haste His senses now highly tensed It was the scene of the night's horror The bearer of everything dark This was the mark of trade He wanted to wade through the reaching flames The souls confined in the fiery pit The screams from River Styx The inferno wild He ached for Pepper Rei's smile Which kept him going through the burning flesh and water Souls that were responsible for the slaughter and hate crying crime To Mr. Riversane all of this seemed just fine He was in search of God Till he let Himself in the entranceway s