Crimson Stain Book Novels & Stories

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

“Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.” Liya was right. The book was shoved behind two giant books, and its front cover had been ripped off. I held Jodie with one arm, stretching the other to get the book off the shelf. My eyes squinted as I tried to read the words on the first page. “Cursed in Crimson: The Tale of Ancient Red Wolves,” I read under my breath. Flavia heard me and stepped towards me with about five books in her hands. She etched, “Interesting. That might help us with solving the mystery around Elder Calvin’s death.”

I was greeted with the scent of books and ink which somehow managed to soothe my frayed nerves. The moment I stepped in, I dropped into the arm chair and placed my elbows on my knees. My hands were still stained with blood. I had tried to wash everything off but the stain was stubborn. The servant’s tongue, her scream and the dull thud of her body hitting the ground… it all replayed in my head like I was seeing a movie. I had seen death and orchestrated them countless times but for some reason, this one wouldn’t fade. Crystal; she was the one who made me do it.

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.

He could not even find a spot in the lowest rungs of the criminal ladder. The last anyone heard of Sebastian, he was a ghost of his former self, haunting the grimiest parts of the slums and docks. His clothes were rags, his leg a festering wound, and his mind a foggy mess. He clung to life in the filth, surviving on scraps and the pity of strangers. Whenever someone passed by, he would latch onto their sleeve, rambling and sometimes bursting into wild laughter or tears. "I am Sebastian Vitale! The lord of the Vitale house! Bow and kiss my ring, you insects!

The camera’s red light kept blinking, capturing everything. Axel’s fingers pressed more firmly now, no longer pretending to adjust a pose. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles against my clit through the ruined lace, matching the rhythm of my desperate little rocks. “So Zara was right all along,” he said, his free hand cupping my breast again, thumb flicking over my nipple. “You’re soaked, baby. Been needing this, haven’t you?” Zara moaned from her chair, two fingers pumping in and out of her pussy while her other hand pinched her nipple. “God, yes… look at her, Axel. She’s falling apart already.”

The evidence is there on the pristine white sheets— a small but unmistakable crimson stain that looks like everything I've ever feared. Oh God. Oh God, please, no! My legs give out, and I sink to my knees beside the bed, staring at the stain like it might disappear if I just wish hard enough. But it doesn't. If anything, it seems to grow larger in my peripheral vision, mocking my hope and my desperate need for this pregnancy to work out.

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.

He told to help myself to whatever book I may want to read and he took his seat behind his desk, writing away on a parchment with a quill pen. I schemed through ledgers of the books, reading titles that were written in languages I did not understand. All the books were red, except for a particular purple one. Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover.

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.