Crimson Rivers Fanfic Novels & Stories

In his eyes, there is still the trace of desire from their passionate kiss which is yet to fade away. On the other hand, Mark, after recovering from his shock, looks at Blake. But then he sees the eyes of Blake which are glowing red. Before he can confirm it more, he suddenly feels his hands shaking, and gradually his entire body starts to shake, and then he feels the world fading away before his eyes and finally his vision darkens.

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

"There have to be some ground rules, Rowan. You cannot wander outside at night without me. It isn't safe. You are mine. I won't have another wol.....er man trying to pick up on you. You were born to this position. I know this is hard for you. But you have to listen to me." He sat beside her and looked her in the eyes, which made Rowan feel even more nervous. This was all happening so fast. She missed her parents and now Ryder was upstairs changing into a monster. A monster like her. She closed her eyes as a tear slid down her face. Chace sighed and pulled her into his arms and onto his lap. She didn't try to fight him this time. She was having such a hard time with this whole thing that it d

"The Marcone vanguard attempted a kinetic extraction. The asset is unharmed. I neutralized the targets." Enzo sprinted over, his boots splashing through the blood-slicked concrete. He looked at the three dead hitmen, then at Dante’s bleeding shoulder, and finally down at Isabella, who was cowering behind Dante’s massive frame, her hands covering her face, her shoulders shaking with violent, silent sobs.

“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 rooftop bar glistened like a glass jewel above the city, suspended between the fog of power and the sky of illusion. Neera stepped out of the elevator into cold air that tasted of tobacco and expensive whiskey, the combination that she once hated but later on learned to just ignore. Her heels clicked against the marble, an unspoken declaration of war in a world of velvet threats. Kieran Renzaro was already there, seated in a booth that overlooked the skyline. A low amber light bathed his features in gold, but the rest of him remained in shadow—calm, composed, unreadable.

With a single claw, he traced the delicate pulse on my neck, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed his claw harder, hurting me, drawing blood. For some reason, I wanted to cry. I wanted to run from him, and yet I wanted to run to him, to bury myself in his embrace, to acknowledge the power he had over me, and yet trust him not to use it against me. I heard a pathetic whimper escape my lips as tears blurred my vision. Did he plan to kill me out here under the full moon? To make me bleed to death as vengeance for all the people killed by my kind?

Witches. There were dozens of them, women and men of all ages and appearances, dressed in crimson robes that glowed in the dim light. Amidst the sea of red, River spotted two faces that made her blood run cold. Finn stood tall with his face pale and drawn and his hands clasped together in a fervent prayer. That bastard. She had been deceived by his seemingly gentle nature. Who could ever know such a viper resided within that bloody chef? She could hear Gonzalo telepathically teasing her. “Your husband.” He locked, making reference to River’s story about how Finn was her husband and Rain’s father.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

A hush fell as the Alpha raised his cup. “To the Blood Moon,” he intoned. “To the gift of the Shift.” The pack raised their cups in unison. Voices lifted in a chorus of reverence and then... A second voice split the night. “The cursed daughter will either crown or bury you all.” The words were ragged and eerie and were seeping into every corner of the clearing. A figure stepped from the tree line, crimson robes dragging against the earth, while her blind eyes were glowing faintly white. The Crimson Seer. Gasps rippled through the pack. Some wolves dropped their cups, while others shifted uneasily. No one had invited her. Her pale, sightless gaze locked on me as my skin crawled immediately.