Crimson Roses Novels & Stories

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

Something big was stirring and I'll have to find out what it was one way or another. DIMITRI'S POV It's getting out of hand!! Loosing thirty good men in two months was alarming. Not that I gave two fucks about them or their families. Death was inevitable on their part and they knew what they were getting into when they joined the syndicate but it was a reduction on my own part and if that fucker De Luca wasn't responsible, who was??? The corpses of those fallen soldiers were tattooed with the initials R.J and the way they were killed was brutal. Most of their body parts were amputated and I must admit, whoever was responsible was a cold blooded killer.

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.

He asked to her, although he already expected that she's not. "No, do you regret it?" She blowed smoke in the air, Leo finds it sexy on her. The real definition of a woman of his fantasy. The woman in his dreams to be kept within his grasps. "Not even a single second." His fingers found the tip of her flower and her legs automatically opened wide to welcome his strokes. "I like that." She put the cigarette off in the ash tray and kisses him. "And I want more." After that smoky and full of heat night, the first time he ever did it, it happened again and again and again. Until Crystal forgot to find herself her temporary boyfriends for as he said and promised, she will never look for anyone el

I gasped and looked up into his face, seeing his eyes fully for the first time, and gasped again. His eyes were Amber, a very dark shade, making me lost within it for a mini second as the combined scent of spring and winter hit me—a scent of newness which seemed somewhat sour. A hot burning feeling washed over me so heavy that it took my breath away. I wanted to jump into his arms, to let my body melt into his.

I knew Rose was right, and the energy was too much for her. "No," Celia cried, "Oliver, Samantha." The red kept increasing, screams filled the silent night. The darkness was eaten by the angry red fumes. The fumes kept getting angrier and hungrier the more they ate. I did not stop. I did not feel anything. I wanted revenge and continued transferring the energy to her.

For a while, she just looked at the roses before she looked back at me. The usually gentle Alpha became stern as she opened her mouth, "Goodness, men from the Varg Pack had spent too much time training that they forget things like this. Crimson Warrior, I can't believe you told her just like that. What do you expect if you tell her like that bluntly?"

A bold, crimson bouquet. No note. No signature. Just one message, loud and clear. I wasn’t backing down. Not now. Not ever.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.