Crimson Stain Book Novels & Stories

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

She felt like she wanted to cry. But as she looked up, through the dust, suddenly, she spotted something that made her heart stop: the crumbled stack revealed another, smaller stack behind it, one she had not seen before. And there, right in the middle, was a book with a rich, red spine. She recognized it immediately. Suddenly, she felt an electric thrill. This was it. The matching volume. Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands.

“Something’s… happening… it’s wrong… so wrong…” I saw the exact moment he saw it. The dawning horror, the denial crashing against brutal reality. My own gaze followed his, down to the silver silk stretched taut over my lap. A dark, wet stain. Small. Vivid. Horrifying. Crimson. The color of life bleeding out onto moonlight fabric. It bloomed before our eyes, spreading with chilling, undeniable speed. A silent, internal scream ripped through me. “No. No. No.”

Hopping the answer would be yes, I flipped to the introduction, the much-needed hope fluttering in my chest as I read. “From their temple origins to their violent renaissance in the Bloody War that birthed Henosis, Crowns of Shame have a complex past mixed with hope and cruelty alike. Despite its variety of intents and shapes, one thing remains the same throughout its history: the scar-tissue that defines it.” I flipped through the book, deterred by the word “scar-tissue”. I stopped at a page with a grotesque image of a man on his knees as someone carved a line across his forehead.

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And Crimson was bleeding before the first battle even began. ....

Crimson. The ceremony's completion moves through Lucian's system with the finality of something that cannot be partially done, the First Hybrid's merged soul completing its integration with the channels in a wave that starts in the chest and moves outward through the limbs and the extremities and the crown on Lucian's brow, the gold-red burning there shifting in response, the colors remaining but the quality of them changing, deeper and older and carrying the specific weight of something that has been doing this for a very long time.

A woman with a crown of thorns and tears of blood. Tatiana blinked—and the vision was gone. But something had changed. In the shadows just beyond her door, the fog stirred again. Far away, in the heart of the Crimson Citadel, a sealed tome whispered open on its own. Blood ink bled from ancient parchment. A long-forgotten sigil—Sanguine—glowed faintly in red. And miles beneath the earth, in the tomb of the Blood Queen, a single petal bloomed on a thorned vine.

Every word and nuance was identical. Then, she paused. "And within it, I detected a faint, almost imperceptible trace of iron-like bloodiness. This may be the true origin of the name 'Crimson Wyrm'. "It doesn't refer to color, but to that thread of ruthlessness in its spirit. You could say it's the aura of a massacre." The venue went silent. Then, like a kettle finally boiling over, applause crashed through the room. "A genius! A true genius!" "This is unprecedented. This level of tasting is beyond masterful—it's divine!"

I didn't know what to do with the stained sheet, I paused staring at the blood stain on it. The door opened suddenly, my eyes widened. I didn't dare turn around but I knew it was him. ******* Please check out my other books, The Biker's Obsession and A crush I can't date. Vote, comment and leave a review beloved ❤️🤍