Crimson Roses Novels & Stories

Title: The Alpha’s Luna and the Bloodmoon Amulet Genre: WEREWOLF Trope: HIDDEN HERITAGE AND BETRAYAL Theme: MYSTERY AND THRILLER Setting: MYSTICAL WORLD, CRIMSON CITY, MID 20TH CENTURY Blurb: Her legs had barely stretched as she stood when the hairs on her neck stood on end. An instinctive sense of awareness creeping through her. It wasn’t the usual eerie silence of the room, it was something more. A presence loomed behind her, dark and predatory. “Thought you could steal from me?”…. Lycia, a thief who never knew she was anything more than human, was sent to steal a magical artifact from a mansion. She was captured by Cove, a cold-hearted Lycan alpha. She had to take up the quest to receive a pay to afford the medication of her guardian, Jack. She’s thrown into a dark world of secrets, where she learns she’s far from ordinary. Hidden powers stir within her, and the truth behind her parents' death comes crashing down. Trapped between revenge, betrayal, and a destiny she never asked for, Lycia must face her fears, fight for survival, and scream out for the power that calls to her. What dark secrets about her past will Lycia uncover as she delves deeper into the world of Lycans? Can she trust the ruthless alpha who captured her, or is he hiding his own deadly agenda? What will happen when her brother, the merciless werewolf hunter, learns of her true identity? Will Lycia embrace her hidden powers in time to stop the war brewing in the shadows or will her enemies destroy her before she can reclaim her destiny as the true Luna?

" What about her?" His inquire came out softly and lazy. Ayla's eyes suddenly contracted fiercely and rolled to her brain! She thought she might collapse any moment from now! No! She can't be known! Her identity can't be revealed! The senior nun must not reveal my identity! " Errr......that's Ayla, the wolfslayer's daughter." Damn! The atmosphere dropped to a freezing point and Alpha Darius felt his lips twitched for a second. He looked back at the senior nun, snapping his brows coldly and back at Ayla, whose legs was already trembling violently. " You mean Morgan and Arnold's daughter?" He hissed, finding it hard to believe. " Yes." The senior nun replied. " We found her not too long when her father was set ablaze." Darius unexpectedly chuckled dryly, and his eyes lowered. " The slayer's daughter hun?" He approached Ayla even closer, gazing at her keenly like she was his prey and he lifted her chin, allowing her nervous dim eyes to met his. " Then, I guess my bride is in front of me." ****** A war was coming and it is predicted there might be no survivors. With this, Darius, a heartless, dangerous and crazy Alpha king of the Crimson moon, who was feared by all, set to get a bride who would give him an heir. Their pack was cursed, making it impossible. This led them to a downtown church, where ladies are sold like slaves and nuns, to seek bride. However, he encountered the least person he thought! The daughter of the wolves slayer's? This was going to be fun! But would something change between Ayla's hatred for the wolves and Darius vengeance on Ayla? What would fate write for them?

Sloan Vale isn’t just a billionaire—he’s a king in a world built on whispered names, silk-bound power, and decadent sin. By day, he’s untouchable. Polished. Controlled. But by night, he rules The Crimson Order, a secret society where the elite indulge their darkest desires and make deals sealed with blood and pleasure. He’s never had a reason to break his own rules. Until her. Ivy Sinclair is a broke, brilliant art student just trying to survive. When she delivers a painting to an exclusive event, she stumbles into a hidden world she was never meant to see. Sloan’s world. The moment he lays eyes on her, he knows she doesn’t belong. Too innocent. Too pure. Too tempting. She should have run. He should have let her. But instead, he offers her a choice: walk away and forget what she saw… or surrender to him and learn just how deep the rabbit hole goes. Ivy agrees but she’s not as innocent as she seems. As Sloan draws her deeper into his dangerous orbit, he finds himself addicted to her softness, her fire, her secrets. She awakens something in him that’s been dormant far too long. Obsession. Protection. Lust. But Ivy didn’t stumble into his world by accident. She’s running from something darker. Something deadly. And when her past collides with his empire, both of them will have to decide what’s worth more: power or passion. Vengeance or love. In a world where everything comes with a price… will she be his salvation, or his ultimate ruin?

I've been mated to Alpha Alaric Goremane for five years, and I'm still a virgin. On the night he claims me, I stand before him, naked. With my heart pounding against my chest, I muster the courage to step forward and wrap my arms around him. But he pulls away, and then comes the words that lingered in my head for years like a devil's whisper. "I'm sorry, Kyna. I have severe germaphobia and can't handle physical intimacy. Please give me some time." In that moment, my heart plunges into the abyss. But when I see the torment in his eyes, I convince myself that he doesn't love me any less. He's just sick, and all I have to do is wait. So, I wait for five long years. On our fifth mating anniversary, I cross thousands of miles in a raging storm just to see the look of delight on his face when I surprise him. Sure enough, I see the warmth in his eyes and gentleness in his expression. But what a pity… it isn't for me. The Alpha, who claims to be an obsessive clean freak, is on one knee before his childhood sweetheart. He gently slips off her rain-soaked heels, dries her feet, and warms her cold toes with the heat of his palm. It's as if that's the most natural thing in the world, and as if his world holds no one else. He sighs. "Serene, how many times have I told you that you'll catch a cold? What would you do without me?" In that instant, the last of my delusions shatters. I finally realize that his germaphobia is selective, and I'm simply the one he can't bear to touch. Instead of making a fuss, I slip off the ring I've worn for five years and walk into the storm without looking back. Later, I hear he tries to win me back with the most expensive roses in the city. But the Kyna Lupen who loves him is long gone.

Just one week before my marking ceremony with Lucien, I discovered his heart already belonged to someone else. His secretary, Anika, walked out of his office with a smirk that was a little too knowing. Her blouse was askew, her usually neat hair a tangled mess, and only the faintest trace of her crimson lipstick remained. My heart seized in my chest, and my fingers went cold on the doorknob. Two years ago, she had been a timid girl fresh from the countryside. All that pretense of innocence had vanished, replaced by a brazen ambition written across her face. Her relentless eagerness around Lucien had always grated on my nerves, and I had asked him more than once. "Lucien, can't you replace her?" His smile would always fade. "Anika saved my life," he'd say. "I can't be so heartless." Now, that single triumphant smirk was all it took for me to understand. What others once envied in me had already been trampled beneath her heels. My phone vibrated. It was a new proposal from the event planner. [The marking ceremony plan is nearly perfect. Can we finalize it?] I refused to be consumed by sorrow. I wiped a tear from my cheek and made one last adjustment to the document.——Replaced the bride's name withAnika I didn't want a false love, or a fake Alpha Lucien. Let them have the marking ceremony. Let Anika stand at his side as his Luna, his chosen mate. In seven days, I would be gone with my pup.

As I was about to leave The Crimson Curtain, my brother Corvus's elite vampire club, a woman who claimed to be the manager stopped me. "Ma'am, you just helped yourself to a priceless vial of Elder's Blood. You have to pay." I looked at the unfamiliar face, sensing the weak blood of a lesser vampire. She must be a fledgling, I thought, new to the club and unaware of who I was. "Your boss approved it," I said flatly. "Take it up with him." But the woman just sneered at me. "Plenty of women try to get close to our boss. If every one of you took what you wanted, how would we stay in business?" She shoved a copy of the club rules at me. Anyone who takes Elder's Blood without permission pays with three times the amount in heart's blood. Or they don't leave. Vampire guards started to close in, some even drawing silver blades, ready to take me down. I laughed, a cold, sharp sound. I couldn't believe Corvus's club had such an insane rule. "I am the Lord of House Volkov. Corvus's own sister. If he needs compensation, he can come to me himself." But her mockery only sharpened. "You look like some low-born stray. Claiming ties to a noble house? Pathetic. Hand over the heart's blood. Now." My patience snapped. I sent a message to the family elders through our bloodline. "Tell Corvus to either make this woman disappear forever, or I'm taking back ownership of this club. All of it."

BOOK 1 OF THE FATED LUNA SERIES Lennox Haney was born for greatness, but all of that was taken away from her the day her father mysteriously died. After that she became nothing more than a slave to her stepmother and stepsister. Growing fed up with their daily torture she decides to escape so that she can one day come back and reclaim all that was once meant to be hers. Six years later she returns stronger than she was as a child and determined to take back everything that belonged to her while destroying the two women who took it all from her in the first place. However all her plans are turned upside down when she meets the dangerous and handsome alpha of Crimson Tides. "He isn’t good enough for you." He whispered, sending fire racing through my very veins. "And he won't be able to help you achieve what you're trying to achieve." "And you can?" I demanded, pulling away. "Sure," he responded easily. "Under one condition." "Condition?" I repeated, frowning. "That's right, sweetheart." Remaining silent, I considered what Silas was saying. I wasn't sure if I should even allow him to go any further, but it was a little unnerving that he seemed to know what I came here to do. Maybe I could hear him out. "I'm listening." I said slowly, bracing myself. "What's that condition?" "It's pretty simple." He beamed, causing my heart to constrict painfully. "All you have to do is pretend to be my fiance. What do you say?"

Slippery Cravings In the shadows of glittering cities and private sanctuaries of sin, desire doesn’t whisper — it devours. Slippery Cravings is a scorching collection of ultra-intense erotic tales where powerful, dominant men take complete control and willing women surrender everything in raw, unapologetic pleasure. From a seductive stranger in Montreal who edges a beautiful tourist against rain-streaked glass until she’s begging and shaking… to a forbidden onsen in Hakone where a mysterious Japanese master uses crimson Shibari rope to bind and torment an expat until she squirts violently across the steaming deck… to a rain-lashed Chicago penthouse where a ruthless billionaire keeps a bartender helplessly bound while he wrings multiple shattering orgasms from her helpless body… to a scorching Vegas pool villa where a billionaire developer ties a dazzling dancer to the railing and pushes her beyond every limit under the neon desert sky. Each story is drenched in exquisite sensory detail — the cool kiss of glass against fevered skin, the rough bite of rope, the thick scent of arousal mingling with steam, rain, and night jasmine. Extended, merciless edging sessions build unbearable tension until explosive, vision-blanking climaxes rip through bound, trembling bodies in powerful, gushing waves. Raw dirty talk, total power exchange, Shibari bondage, and intense post-orgasm dominance push every boundary. These women don’t just submit — they break beautifully, sobbing, thanking, and begging for more as they are claimed, used, and ruined in the most delicious ways. No limits. No fade-to-black. Only wet, relentless lust, exquisite torment, and shattering release. For readers who crave dark, immersive erotica that leaves you breathless, soaked, and aching — Slippery Cravings is your new addiction.

Having stripped off the Luna position because of her husband's death, Ophelia is made a rogue by her late husband's half-brother after he takes over the Alpha throne. She's been struggling to make ends meet until one year later, someone shows up at the tavern where she works with the news, "Alpha Finlay isn't dead, my Luna." Mystified, Ophelia didn't know whether to be sated or frightened. She shifted into her wolf and ran to the council hall in fast gallops, only to see the man she mourned for one year because he wasn't completely hers. Finlay Dupree wasn't dead, he was the only survivor of the death trap set by the Barbarian pack members. He was interrogated by the elders because he was believed to be dead after his headless body was buried and funeral rites were performed. Ophelia reclaims her position as Luna over the Crimson Paw pack, however something doesn't seem right with the Alpha. Dislike was a mutual feeling and common between them, because Ophelia was married off to Finlay as a debt repayment owed by her father. Finlay had a mistress whom he loved. However, he's been a different person since his return. Showing interest in Ophelia and becoming more considerate than normal. Ophelia is still having doubts about him, but the redness in his eyes when he shifts into his wolf gives out that he's truly an Alpha. Truly, an Impostor wouldn't uphold such supremacy? Aside that, the man is hell-bent on making her fall in love with him. Now, is he truly Alpha Finlay who's changed after survival? Or an Impostor trying to make her believe his lie so he'd never get caught?

On the night I was supposed to mate with Alpha Lucien, the memories of my previous life came flooding back. In that life, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him all night. He was with his adoptive sister in another room, fucking her until dawn. He never wanted me. He just wanted Crimson Moon Pack's territory, and the hundreds of warriors my father left behind. The second year of our mating, I started coughing up blood every day. The pack healer told me I was weak, that my wolf was struggling, and I believed him. I drank the bitter herbal teas they brought me until I couldn't stand up anymore. That was when I finally understood. There was wolfsbane in those teas, the kind specifically used to poison an Alpha's blood. By the third year, my grandmother's emerald necklace, the modern art original that had been in my family for three generations had all ended up, one by one, in Vivienne's room. When I asked, Lucien said they were just borrowed. I let it go. After I died, every item on my mating gift inventory had been transferred to Vivienne. This time, on the same mating night, I tore the Luna crown off my head and threw it on the floor. In front of every guest in the hall, I said it clearly. "I reject you, Lucien Ashworth." Then I pointed at the adoptive sister cowering in the corner. "You wanted to be Luna? Take it. It's yours." I walked out of the pack house and held out my hand to the captive Alpha heir from the enemy pack. "Come with me. I'll help you take back Shadowfang Pack. You help me get my revenge."