Crimson Rivers Book Novels & Stories

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

“The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.” Reading this gives my heart a little jump. They aren't called cursed here. They are called Crimson-born. I turn the page, but the next sheet is gone, ripped out so neatly it’s obvious someone didn’t want anyone reading what came next. A sudden sound makes me flinch. Moaning. It starts soft, then builds. A woman’s voice, breathy and loud, followed by a man’s deep grunt. “…Jareth…” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts and snap the

The stone corridors opened to the night, where the gates yawned wide and wolves poured out into the mist. The river glittered in the torchlight ahead. Shouts rang out, the clash of claws and the metallic bite of steel. And then Serenya saw it. The third body. Crimson spread across the river stones, a figure sprawled in death. But this time, above the body, a shape moved—something not fully wolf, not fully shadow. Its eyes burned white, its claws dripping red. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The thing lifted its head slowly, meeting her gaze across the water.

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

Suddenly, both of the books burst into a shower of gold, leaving nothing behind except the two spots of gold where they used to be seconds ago. A woman, standing at the center of the library looks up, revealing her ethereal appearance. Her black hair is framing her face, and her golden eyes glowing with unknown power. Suddenly, she speaks up, “Sisters we have a predicament.”

I could hear it. The screaming. The pain. I wanted to open my eyes to see where it was coming from, but I couldn't move. I was locked in my body, trapped like a caged animal. Hot liquid pooled around me as if I were getting pulled under a thick current. There was no point in fighting the rising levels as my body worked against me, weighing me down to the bottom. It was thick, almost black. And then, I was pulled back. Back to the surface of the crimson river.

“THEY POISON THE HEART” by Michelle Brooke Deadmond (an excerpt) This is how it was, the mud and the rivers running red with the blood of the innocents, their many death screams filling the air. This is what it had come to, but it all needn’t have been.

River vowed to uncover the truth behind her mother's death, to expose Cecilia's treachery, and to claim her rightful place in the werewolf world. The journal's revelations ignited a fire within River. She would rise from the ashes of her family's dark past, forging a brighter future where love, loyalty, and truth triumphed. As she stood, journal clutched to her chest, River felt her mother's legacy stirring within her. With a deep breath, River wiped away her tears. The time for mourning had passed; the time for action had begun. She would ensure Catherine's memory lived on, and her mother's final wish became her guiding light. River's journey toward justice, freedom, and happiness had just

I knew now Amelia had to be telling the truth, there was some obvious power tousle going on in vampire realm between the cultured vampire royalty and these vampires. There was something about the Vampires that had me in their car, that was so uncultured. Their every move spelled rebellion. LA was a shitty place to be when Christopher Rhinehart rulled, I wondered how it would be with this vampires that didn’t even care the least about discretion and what had the one with a gun said? They were soon going to be all over the country.

Alpha Lorenzo The week had passed by in a strange blur. Everything seemed perfect on the outside—smooth and predictable, like a river gliding over rocks. But beneath the surface, I felt an uneasy current pulling at me, something I couldn’t explain. I had dreams, nightmares really, that wouldn’t leave me alone. Each time I lay down, the same scene would unfold: the River of Blood, a dark crimson flow that seemed endless, pulling me in and suffocating me. Then the pain would hit.