Crimson Rivers Fanfic Novels & Stories

I nodded my head. "That is a very good point, Malcolm." I commended him. "But what if they decided to fight with their wolves? The crimson shadow is known to be faster than any other pack, so they could easily dodge the bullet and even smell the gun powder before it goes off." Jake countered. "Hmm, you are right." Although the bullets are usually made of wolfsbane, one needs to be very fast to hit a warrior like those in Crimson Shadow. They were a fast and deadly bunch. We began to ponder the impending war. Each person contributes what they think will be the best. Ideas were getting rejected, and more kept coming up. I was even tempted to call my father, but I decided to hold off.

Scarlet felt that her mom wanted her dead, and after that, she could not bear to see her mom again. So instead of going home, Scarlet had idled the time after school down by the river, going by herself to the Hudson. She combed the shore for rocks and sea glass, throwing them into the water. She sat on a log for hours and stared out, watching the tides roll in and out, contemplating her life to come. She was internally, silently, saying goodbye to all this, to this beautiful river, to this quaint small town, to the normal life she’d once had. She knew that after tonight, after Sage picked her up, the two of them would be gone, far from here, and never coming back. And she was ready.

Like I was already dismissed. "No," I said. He didn't look up. "It's done." "I said NO!." My voice came out steadier than I felt. Good. Let him think I wasn't shaking. "I'm not marrying anyone in three days. I'm not marrying *him* in three days. Lucian Crane is—" "The Alpha King." Now he looked up. Slow and patient. "The most powerful wolf alive. And he has agreed to take you." Take me?. Like I was furniture being rehomed.

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 room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lysandra’s gaze remained fixed on Kaelen as he stood across from her, his posture rigid, a storm brewing behind his sharp golden eyes. She clutched the photographs in her hands, her knuckles white, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Each picture was a reminder of the horrors that had begun haunting her. The figures—those unnatural beings—appeared only in the frame, but their presence lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts.

His screams grew hoarse, becoming desperate sobs. The room reeked of sweat and blood, his cries weakening into whimpering sobs. I stood firm, waiting for the sweet silence – the lullaby of his submission. "That was really great fun, don't you think, Ryan?" I mocked, only to find him drifting into an unconscious state. "Come on now, the game just started, and you're already out, friend..." Disappointed, I called out to one of my men standing guard at the basement door, "Hey, you, go bring them..." I watched him leave and return with a small container of water.

His eyes flicker with amusement. “What?” “You know exactly what I mean,” I say. “You can have any girl in this entire school and last I checked, you’re already dating Tasha...Blackwood’s queen herself.” His smirk fades slightly. “You owe me, remember?” I blink. “Owe you? For what?” He leans in with his voice low. “For not letting Professor Crane expose you yesterday. You were pretending to be someone else Elena. Your secret’s safe but favors don’t come for free.”

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

“I do want to remind you that this isn’t about you but the Crimson Accord. It is our duty to follow the treaty and do everything we can to produce peace. Crimsonborn are a blessing to both humans and vampires alike. The sooner you understand that, the easier this will be.” Her words don’t shock me although they do reaffirm the idea of my body being a vessel so I just agree with a shake of my head instead of arguing that I was a person. She nor the Founding Ten cared. They wanted a marriage so I gave them that. They wanted a baby so I would give them that. “I will see you next week. Now go have intercourse with your husband!” Her voice is light and fun but I feel anything but light as I get o

“I promise you, I’m not that kind of alpha. Crimson Dawn has been a sanctuary pack for decades. No harm will ever come to you here.” I allow her a moment of respite in the hopes of allowing my statement to sink in. “Can you tell me what happened? Your last days at Purple Mountain and what happened to your arm.” I push subtly. I rub her back gently as she adjusts her position, returning her forehead to my neck so her voice isn’t as muffled.