Crimson Rivers Fanfic Novels & Stories

I inhaled and held my breath. "I, Crystal Grimme, do hereby reject you, Alpha Adrian Caul, as my mate"

The moonlight seemed to intensify her sensations, the silver patterns on the sheets blurring as her vision swam. As Raven's body relaxed, Jax moved up her body, his lips finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only served to heighten her desire. Raven reached for his belt, her hands trembling with anticipation as she undid the buckle and pulled down his zipper.

And when his teeth finally sink into my shoulder—not deep enough to cut, just enough to brand—I gasp so loud then moan afterwards. The pain and pleasure making my toes curl. Cassian pulls back, blood on his mouth, eyes marking me like his mouth didn’t do enough justice for him. His chest heaves. His voice is raw, broken when he speaks. “It’s done,” he says. “You’re mine. And I’m—” His voice fractures. “I’m yours.” I should feel trapped. Branded. Owned. Instead, the world narrows to him. To us. To the impossible bond burning in my veins like wildfire.

I crave her brother’s touch again and again, and I can’t control myself when I see him in public, pretending we didn’t just see one another naked the night before. I hand Cortney back the bottle after drinking. “Thank you.” “Do you want a ride home?” I’m about to answer when she suddenly says, “Oh, before we go, I need to give River something. Mom won’t let me rest until he gets it.” She rolls her eyes. My stomach flips. I have to see River now? “Come on.” I can’t let her see my hesitation. I can’t let her suspect anything, so I follow her. We walk into the locker room to find him. It’s quieter than we expected. But my pace slows and my heart leaps when I see River with a girl pressed agains

Her hands curled into fists, though they trembled. “Varek,” she whispered. “Finally,” he drawled, stepping closer, the firelight glinting in his silver-steel eyes. “You and I… alone. Not my first time, you know—being with the Crimson bloodline.” The words dripped with venom and something worse: pride. Rhea’s eyes darted around, desperate. The fire’s glow flickered against something sharp—a charred branch resting in the flames. She snatched it, ash scattering as the hot wood seared her palm.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

"The Cross family alliance would make them untouchable. If they marry..." "We're not just losing Crimson protection," Violet finished. "We'll be facing the combined might of two of the most powerful packs on the continent." The Luna glared at Violet, blaming her for saying things that stimulated the Alpha, then quickly got up to softly comfort the Alpha. After they left, Violet shrugged indifferently, looked gloatingly at Marcus who seemed like his world had collapsed, and turned back to her room in a good mood. In the courtyard, only Marcus remained. He lay on the ground, laughing crazily, as if unable to accept everything that had happened.

She was his, that was all he knew. Soon, maybe just to justify him going over there and kicking that ass’s ass, he started to move his hand down her body and that was that. He shrugged Liam’s hand away from his shoulder and walked there, so blind with anger, and the fury he felt made his blood boil in his veins. This wasn’t acceptable, whether he turned out to be Chloe’s cousin or not, and that wasn’t even likely. He was just being an ass putting his hands on a complete stranger he thought was random at a club.

And now, here I was, walking down an aisle lined with chrome and roses, heading straight into the lion’s den with a knife strapped to my thigh and revenge curled tightly inside my gut like a fist. The rev of bikes outside rumbled like a heartbeat. The compound stank of oil, leather, cigar smoke, and secrets. Tulle and flowers drooped over Harley frames like some sick joke. The scent of gasoline clung to everything. I couldn’t breathe without tasting rage. “Remember what they did to her,” my father, Vincent “Venom” Kane, president of the Crimson Fangs, growled beside me. His grip on my arm was tight, grounding. “Remember why you are here.”

Hey everyone, it's been a while since you last heard from me. I have been doing great between Starmainia, Bluestoria, and the rest of the Crites on this planet. I am still the wild Jessblue you all know and love. I have yet to find love or another mate again. LD will always be the heart and love of my life. No one could ever fill that void. I have accepted this reality, and I am okay knowing I could never love another Bampire. However, this does not stop me from having all the wild and incredible sex a Bampire can have. Whether I mind fuck you or fuck you, I'm having a wild ride. What can I say? Who does not want a little bit of me in their life? Anyway, since Cristina has been gone, guess w