Crimson Squad Novels & Stories

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled. She should’ve expected this. She’d burned the offer. Now he’d returned the favor — with fire of his own. Her office door creaked. It was Amy. “Attorney? There’s someone here to see you.” “I’m not taking meetings today.” “I think you’ll want this one.” Neera sighed. “Who is it?” Amy hesitated. Then she said, “He said his name is… K.R.” Every muscle in her body went still. She turned.

"Whether she'd been in contact with Elias." Aldren looked toward the glass. A slow realization began forming. "Elias is connected to whatever happened to Sera." Jonas nodded. "That's what I think." Aldren's eyes hardened. "Then we're going to find out how." Three hours later, the Council retrieval team left the city. Thirty soldiers. Six trackers.,Two medical specialists. Four heavy weapons carriers. And one sealed transport vehicle. Inside the vehicle sat a single object. A portable extraction unit designed specifically for Crimson Blood containment. The Council had not used it in years. It had been built for something they no longer discussed.

"Hurry, hurry! I want mine done too!" "Don't rush—there's plenty of time. We'll go one by one," I said, stepping toward the Scarlet Vampire. She didn't look entirely bare-faced. "Have you already put on lipstick?" I asked, frowning at her dark red lips. "This is such a dark shade. What color did you use?" The Scarlet Vampire blinked, looking slightly lost. "Maybe type A blood?" I froze for a moment. She quickly realized what I meant and added, "Sorry, I had some blood earlier and didn't wipe it off."

Lin’s casual demeanor, but I quickly got back to my pitch. “Alpha Killian of Eclipse said that you were looking to hire some warriors to act as a private security detail for you,” I said. “I would like to put forth a proposal for you to partner with Crimson Fang.” “Crimson Fang has not worked in the security sector before,” Mr. Lin said. “Are you sure that your warriors can handle the job?” “I’m sure they can,” I said confidently. “Even though they haven’t been directly trained in security protocol, they have all been trained by me personally. You will not find better fighters in any other pack.”

"What is it?" "A patrols... but they aren't Vane’s men." Garrick stepped carefully through the wet ferns, his eyes narrowing in the dark. A hundred yards ahead, standing in a small clearing under the heavy trees, stood a squad of six heavily armed werewolf warriors. They wore polished silver plate armor over crimson velvet clothes. They carried the crest of the old Crimson Alpha Guard, the high-ranking elite warriors who had once served directly under Julian's father. They were not fighting Vane's troops. They were standing beside a dark carriage, talking to a high-ranking officer wearing Lilith’s dark violet colors.

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.