Crimson Rivers Fanfic Novels & Stories

Austin’s Point of View I have been staring at the ceiling since waking up. Crissy knows what I am. How will she ever trust me after this? Not to mention the member of the Volatile pack. We still haven’t captured him. We have reset the trap for the past few days. All that we caught were normal birds. Nothing with the Volatile pack symbol. Worrying about Crissy. If that crow will attack her again. Not to mention that if it changes into its human form, he or she might kidnap her.

A woman he once adore from the past. Cristine Lumiere is not an ordinary human being. She belongs to a pack. She spend almost her life in serving the alpha of her pack, she loved that alpha that she will do anything just to protect him. But after finding out that the alpha has an another mate she felt useless. Because of some circumstances she needed to guard that alpha's mate and that's when she met a guy, a nerdy guy named Ronald Madrigal. As fate slowly pulled them to each other, can they find love in between? Or they'll find each other as enemy? What if fate controls them and gave them bond that everyone can't avoid? Would Ronald still hate her when he knows that he is mated to her?

Others were intrigued by what spin Darius would put on the truth to appeased his boys. There were two types of people in the room, those as evil as Darius Grey and others blackmailed pawns in his vicious game. "I was 25 years old and had been the packs beta for five years. Tobias Keneally, the alpha of the Crimsons, was my best friend." ¨ Born within days off each other, we were inseparable, with a bond we thought could never be broken". "There are many a thing in this world that can destroy a brotherhood of men, but the most dangerous of all is a woman."

“Let’s get you back to the pack house.” “Riven.” I say, causing both of them to glance my way in confusion; so I add, “my name is Riven.” “What a beautiful name.” He smiles, gently pulling me with him. “Oh this is going to get pretty old pretty fast.” Anton whines, following us closely. “I can’t help it.” Jamie chuckles, “she is perfect.” Anton fakes anger. “Yeah make it worse for the guy who hasn’t found his mate yet.”

That night, Anthony's mother, the ever-so-sweet Camila Morentti, held my hand and asked with a warm smile, "Sweetie, this is your home now. What would you like for a wedding present? You name it, and it's yours." Before I could even think of an answer, Anthony chimed in, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazed at me, "Mom, let's give Isabella the hot spring retreat up on the mountain! She can't stand the cold, and it'll be the perfect cozy spot for her in the winter. Plus, it's great for her health." Camila agreed without a second thought. Anthony remembered how much I hated the cold. Sebastian remembered, too. That was why, in what felt like a previous life, he used my deepest fear in

"We move in six days." Six days. For the Crimson Pact ritual. For a coalition of wolves who could barely stand in the same circle without reaching for each other's throats. "That's not enough time," she said. "No," Silvain agreed. "It's not." They stood there with that fact between them, the impossible math of it, and Marina looked out into the dark and thought about Sera biting a guard's hand through iron bars and Luna counting footsteps and neither of them knowing if their parents were coming.

The Alpha raised his glass of juice towards me, his expression carefully neutral. “I officially welcome you to Woodcrest, Zela, as my chosen mate. I hope the three of us can build a harmonious family and make a genuine effort to get along.” I picked up my glass and raised it to him with a polite smile. “You wish!” Chrissy hissed, her eyes blazing with hatred, the green fire in them almost tangible. “Don’t think for a second, I’ll acknowledge a filthy mistress. She needs to know her place, and I’ll make sure she remembers it.” She grabbed the Alpha by the hair, pulling his face towards hers, her actions possessive and territorial.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!” My roommate screams out my name, making me drop my pen, my glasses shift and I slam my book shut. I look up at her pretty face. She has flowing long blonde hair, circular brown eyes and a bright killer smile, plus she wears excessively much red lipstick, and it brings out her large eyes. Sighing, I ask in my usual low toned voice; “What?” The outside door pushes open and her boyfriend rushes in holding some liquor and roast c

“He says that the council has only made things worse. He’s tried talking to other alpha’s involved in the prospect program but that has only resulted in being confined to the hospital and forced to undergo painful tests just to be sent home in the same condition that he arrived. He has a really bad feeling about being here now that we’ve been told that we are a last minute add on to this run. He wants to scrap the plan he had for returning home and return to Crimson Dawn instead. He wants to talk to Alpha Black.” Jamie communicates my thoughts to the alpha and beta. My mind spirals into repetition, squeezing the edges of the blanket wrapped around me in a grip tight enough to turn my knuckle

I recognized faces from every major family and corporation in Crimson Bay and they all turned to stare as we entered. The whispers started immediately. "Did you hear? They're engaged." "After twenty years of rivalry? Impossible." "Someone should tell Vittorio Romano. He's going to be furious." "I heard Dante bought her the emerald ring. His grandmother's ring." Dante leaned down to murmur in my ear. "Showtime."