Crimson Road Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Breaking news: Another victim was found in the river near Crimson Creek. A woman, between the ages of twenty-one to twenty-five, her body severely mutilated with bite marks and drained of all blood. We’ll know more once the autopsy results come back. Back to you, Tom.” Crimson Creek? My eyebrows furrowed in concern. That wasn’t too far from here—an hour’s drive, maybe less. No animal could do that. No animal could drain someone of all their blood. It must be something else, I thought, feeling a chill creep up my spine. I stared at my toast for a moment, my appetite suddenly gone. I settled for my coffee, drinking it down as I tried to shake the unsettling thought from my mind. I couldn’t le

I jumped on one at 2am. Imagine getting onto a motorcycle ride at 2am with a stranger. I was so scared but I had no choice. Suppose he killed me, rapped me, kidnapped me or robbed me! I started imagining alot of things. What kind of relationship was I into?I prayed to God to help me reach home safe

If Valmere had a heartbeat, it pulsed beneath the city—in the dark, winding roads where names didn’t matter and reputations were earned in screeching tires and midnight wagers. And tonight, Isla Merrick was ready to return to where she first learned power didn’t need a voice. Just speed. She stood on the rooftop level of the Crimson Bar’s private lot, the air sharp and laced with gasoline. Below, masked drivers and souped-up engines prowled like wolves in heat.

The guard answered. "Tell Tyler...no just get someone and reply the message please, and don't allow anyone in my chamber again, I want to rest." Crimson said. "Even Beta Tyler?" The guard asked, Crimson sighed. "Anyone, just tell everyone I'm not around." Crimson replied, he bow and left. "Why did the pack elders want to meet me urgently? Hope is not something bad." Crimson thought and lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. * *Night* Alpha Zaid waited for Crimson at the garden, he had decorated everything and sprayed some red roses on the floor, he added a center table which he placed a bottle of red wine and two glass cups, the place look great, amazing and romantic.

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

The rain poured down heavily upon the canvas above them as the priest finished the eulogy. The dreariness of the day did not seem to affect Rowan as she sat by her brother. He was lost and alone. His brown eyes were filled with tears as he mourned the loss of their parents. He needed her to place her arm around him and tell him that things would be ok. He needed her to let him know that he still mattered. That she was still the big sister that watched out for him. But she seemed to be lost. Nothing mattered. Not anymore. Her family was gone, torn apart by death and deception.

WE ALL STAND QUIETLY on the path leading up the dark-gloomy castle entrance as the three matrons carry out a ritual. Seven small outcropping rocks lie spread wide apart in a horizontal line at the path leading to the castle steps and Oniko with the assistance of Bashir and Biola moves to each of the rocks, taking one of the seven rams that had been made available for the ritual, slaughtering the rams upon it and letting the blood spill upon the rock while the matrons follow them from behind chanting incantations.

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.”

“We can’t use main roads. Freya would never believe we’d move someone as importnant as Alpha Celine along one of them, they’re too exposed.” She’s right, and the room murmurs in agreement. Victor steps up next, tapping his knuckle on the area between two ridgelines. “That leaves us with these two back roads. The eastern ridge road will be easier, wider, more manageable for the convoy. But the river road?” He pauses, meeting my eyes. “That one’s perfect for an ambush.” I nod my head, my gaze shifting towards the thinner line that snakes along the river. It’s dense there, trees, boulders, water. They could come at us from anywhere. It’s exactly where I’d plan an ambush if I were Crimsonclaw.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.