Crimson Road Novels & Stories

Chapter 15 Aurora stood frozen behind the old garage. Her heart thudded against her ribs as Liam handed over the thick envelope to Roman Crane. She’d heard of him before. Everyone had. Roman was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. Cold. Dangerous. Leader of the Crimson Sons biker gang. The kind of man who could have someone killed just by blinking. And now, she was standing five feet away from him. Roman’s eyes locked on hers. “She’s not part of the deal.”

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

“Oh really? Wonderful place to work.” “Thanks,” Dev smiled. “I work at Arson Smith by the way,” the balding man stated proudly. “I see! I have a friend who works there.” “Really? Which department?” “Engineering. Gaurav Saran.” “I know him! He’s your friend!” “Batch mates from college,” Dev answered. Gradually, the train picked up speed and chugged through a decent suburb lined with identical duplex houses on either side. Two rail tracks ran parallel in between. Dev began to enjoy the ride. He was thrilled to stand at the door, to have the wind slap through his hair and clothes while feasting on the sights outside.

I’ve decided on Oklahoma City and I'm using mom’s laptop to try to find a cheap place to stay. I might already have a job. The black escalade was gone when we left the funeral home and I haven’t seen it since. There hasn’t been any strangeness going on with Brodie and Wyatt, so it must have been my anxiety causing me to be suspicious. They had no idea about Rob or Wyatt would be in my face about it. I still haven’t contacted Rob. I don’t have it in me to deal with him and I want to enjoy my time away from him and not have him ruining it.

' Josh slowly gulped, internally cursing Garrix for not being specific when it came to his visions about this. This was not just the raging instincts of a newborn Omega Vampire, but the mad powers of the Crimson Bride going haywire. An elemental Vampire Mythic that was said to have blood so elusive, and powers even more devastating that could level mountain ranges to molehills. That's an even match - or probably greater compared to the all-powerful Vampire King.

It would be embarrassing for her if she trips and everyone notices. Rojean nodded her head, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried her best not to look scared even if she was petrified on the inside. ‘This is the underground industry I’ve heard of.’ she thought to herself whilst she fixed the mask on her face. ‘Black market? Drugs? Sei’s involved with the people here?’ “You’re doing good.” said Krister who was trying to make her less nervous. “Back straight.” ‘Is it really fine that I don't talk?’ Rojean asked herself with a frown on her face as she straightened her back. She was never this posh looking in her entire life and you really couldn’t blame her for attempting and wanting t

Christine could only lecture Anna. By now, they are on the dining table, planning on how they would take down Brody and his army of lycans. They decided to make Anna camouflage as one of the prisoners as they would hear her replies through an earpiece. Knowing Brody took over the Crimson Crest pack house, they already memorized the routes in every hall. “It’s not that big of a task Anna,” Azrael tried to talk and convince Anna to cooperate and do her task. “I mean, you do know all the halls and rooms on our pack house, right?”

Amara pov: The morning air bit at my skin as we stepped out of the armored vehicle and into the cruel winter haze near the border fence. Snow fell in lazy spirals, soft and deceptive, trying to cover the stench of death clinging to the earth. But nothing could mask it—not for someone like me. Not for someone who knew the difference between blood spilled in battle and blood spilled as a warning. Kira walked ahead with grim purpose, her eyes scanning everything—every tree, every footprint, every glint of metal buried in the frost.

"I'm fine -- just a bit cold." He nodded and started the car, and I felt bereft after his hands left mine. It took a few minutes for me to realize he wasn't driving in the direction of the dorm, but I stead to a bank -- a discreet blood bank. I had heard of a few of them from Helen, marked by their upsidedown red cross sign. He got out of the car and went in, and I tried not to worry about his safety, but I did. He was a vampire slayer, after all, entering into the den of his enemies.

I wasn't exactly the fastest at healing. Sighing, I decided to get it over with. If they wanted to sell me then they were more than welcome to. Pay my debts right? I was gladly going to do that. *** The drive to the Crimson pack was excruciating and painful, along with tiresome. I had never traveled such a far distance in my life. The car stopped in front of a big black gate and beside it was a bold sign that had 'Crimson pack' painted in capital letters.