Crimson Ties Novels & Stories

“You’ve got a strong grip there. Nothing like a handshake to get to know someone.” He stripped off his lab coat and hung it on a hook on the door. Instantly, I spotted the tie I’d gotten him four Christmases ago. It was a gaudy shade of salmon and had various safari animals printed on its neck. There were elephants and giraffes galloping, chasing after zebras and the occasional lion. “That’s a…nice tie.” Olive said, her eyes going wide for a second as she took in the masterpiece. Elijah, who loved the reactions of people who noticed his ties, smiled even wider.

I had women throwing themselves at me left and right, for fuck’s sake. ‘That’s right. We’ll have her on her knees, begging us to let her suck our cock,’ Jax chimed in and for once I agreed with him. She could beg all she wanted, I’d never touch her again. She missed her chance with me and she’ll have to stay with her Alpha forever. The plane descended thirty minutes ahead of schedule. I took the extra time to shower and dress at the hotel before heading to Crimson Pack. I dressed in a dark grey Armani suit with a soft blue button-up under neath. I adjusted my gold cuff links to make sure they were secure and buttoned my blazer. Slipping on my black Oxfords, I headed into the large bat

Standing to my feet, I loosen the tension from my shoulders then I turn to Christos' motionless body. His face is a deep, mottled red, the vessels in his eyes burst like tiny crimson threads. The material of my tie might as well have been part of his neck with how deeply it has embedded into the flesh. It dissected the skin, showing where his head separated from the spine. I retrieve my tie and smooth it with a practised flick of my wrist. With deliberate slowness, I loop it around my neck and execute a knot. The Windsor, a familiar ritual and with a few swift tugs it is secure.

"What's the price point?" "Doesn't matter. Pick out three ties and I'll wear one to work today." There was a dizzying array of ties to choose from, so Amelia picked one that matched Alex's eyes. It was a good place to start. "Are there any colors you don't like?" "Red." "Who doesn't like red?" He grimaced. "It reminds me of a hockey team I didn't like." She nodded and picked two more before they were on their way to the office again. The driver didn't seem concerned about their detour. Alex didn't strike her as someone who was impetuous, but that had been odd to her to stop for a tie.

Ainara’s hand trembled slightly, but Andres reached for it, squeezing gently, grounding her in the storm. The waves lapped gently against the shore, the golden sun sinking into the horizon, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose. A soft breeze carried the scent of salt and blossoms from the garlands that lined the aisle. Family and friends gathered in quiet reverence, their faces glowing in the fading light. At the center of it all stood Andres and Ainara, hand in hand, their eyes locked on each other. This time, there were no secrets, no shadows, no hidden contracts. Only truth, love, and the promise of forever.

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

Elias walked to a locked cabinet built into the wall. Using an old mechanical key instead of a digital passcode, he unlocked a narrow steel drawer. Inside rested several weathered journals. Paper. Actual paper. Older than most people living inside Zelios. He selected one carefully. The leather cover had almost completely faded. Across the front, barely visible beneath decades of wear, four handwritten words remained. Project Crimson hunger. Aldren's eyes narrowed. "I thought every copy was destroyed." "So did I." Elias gently opened the journal. Several pages had been torn out. Others were stained with dried blood. He turned slowly until one name appeared.

TAWNY “Yes, yes, I’m ready!” I shout to Mason through the bathroom door. Checking myself out one more time and running my hands down the deep red dress. I brought it with Crimson in mind, the color of the sheer fabric was close to his eyes when they turned that deep shade of blood red.