Crimson Skies Book Novels & Stories

It’s plain, with no writing, and thin maybe only twenty pages. “That is everything I have on Grimalkins, if there is any other information out there on what you are then I don’t know about it.” He shifts forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees, “Tell me Crimson, what do you know about yourself? I will try to fill in the gaps as much as I can. And hopefully, that book will help you understand what you are.”

Epilogue *Two weeks later* Crimson opened her eyes and found herself in a place unknown, a place very bright, it felt like she was floating in the air, she stared at her hands and she also looked white and pale. A woman appeared in her presence, she need no one to tell her who the woman is...she was dressed on a long white gown, her hair was white and long, she had a very shinning gold crown of her head that has the sign of a moon on it.

“This is Leah’s mind, the place I risked my bond to step into., and it’s a war zone.” I force myself to stand, my boots sliding on the unstable ground. My chest tightens as I take it all in. Above me, the sky isn’t blue or black, it’s torn in half. On one side, silver storms swirl like angry oceans, wild and untamed. On the other, bursts of green and gold light flash like exploding stars. The two skies slam into each other, sending shockwaves that rattle my bones. And right in the middle of ie kiqr Or rather, two of her.

The skies over Mooncrest were a stormy canvas of dark gray, roiling with tension and streaked with crimson lightning. It was as if the heavens themselves could sense the reckoning about to unfold. The air carried the weight of anticipation—thick, pressing, and sharp enough to slice through bone. On the hill overlooking the ancestral grounds, Kael stood alone, staring toward the horizon where the Crimson Fang banners had begun to appear like bloodstains on the landscape.

Only one thing reassures me: it seems that they lose their power at sunrise. I close my last manual, pick up the pile and I put each book back in its place. My hands are trembling dangerously and my heart rate betrays my anxiety. While putting the last book down, I stay an instant with a hand placed on the edge, thinking. Right now, I have to look for another place to live, and it has to be fast!

I can’t when I don’t know where the families have gone. ‘I can assure you the families that have left Blue Ridge have done so willingly. I am Alpha Demetri Black, I am the alpha of Crimson Dawn and the alpha working with Delta Jacobs to get these families out of harm's way. My understanding is Alpha Anderson may be killing wolves with pups in order to create orphans to be used as slaves. Is that true?’ ‘I’m sorry alpha, I’ve said too much. I’ve got to go.’ ‘Wait sweetheart.’ I freeze in place. Shaking hard in fear but there’s something about his voice; his admittance to being the alpha the families are being led to that forces me to stay; to hear him out.

Their white skin gleams like ivory in the dark night. The forest spreads out forever. Trees stretch in every direction. No path shows. No end appears. Branches reach out and slap my face as I push forward. Sharp twigs scratch my skin. Snow falls into my eyes and mouth. I wipe my face with my sleeve. My boots sink deep with every step. The leather grows wet and heavy. My breath comes out in white clouds. I fall forward suddenly. My hands and face land in the snow. The cold burns my skin. Snow fills my mouth.

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.

Black Crimson Copyright © 2021 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

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