Crimson Ties Novels & Stories

It was the closest that she had seen Red’s eyes and noticed for the first time under the light, the brilliant specks of gold on the green and brown of his irises. “I guess I need to take this off as well,” said Red. Ella took a moment to realize that Red was speaking to her. She blinked, confused at what Red was referring to. Then, she saw that Red had a finger on his tie. Ella looked closely at the silver tie with wine-red abstract patterns before realizing that Red was asking her if he should take his tie off. “Uh… Yes…” replied Ella, a few seconds late. “Yes. We don’t want your tie getting splashed with chemicals. It looks too beautiful and expensive.” Again, Ella bit her lip as she reali

“TÉRA created this tie especially for tonight’s event. We hope you’ll accept it, Mr. Mercer. Of course, we’d be delighted if you chose to wear it.” Inside is a mist-blue silk tie. Fine silver threads run through the fabric, forming half a rose whenever the light catches them. “Mira selected the color and designed the pattern herself,” the man adds. “She thought you might like it.” Adrian gives the tie another look. They have clearly done their research. Everyone close to him knows he has a fondness for roses. Unfortunately, he rarely wears a tie unless the occasion requires one, and his formal clothes are coordinated in advance.

I pulled out a luxurious tie box and walked back to Rowan. I bite my bottom lips, trying to hide the fact that I think I might have overspent on this tie. It is a foreign tie I have been hoping, grinding, wishing to lay my hands on throughout my years of dealing with the male clothesline business. It is a paisley pattern tie, intricated with teardrops- shapes and ornamented designs, with over 100 grams of gold embedded in the pure silk. It is created in only two colors and it is extremely expensive.

I left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

"First day of classes! Aren't you excited?" "Thrilled," I muttered, dragging myself to the small bathroom attached to our room. The uniform waiting in our wardrobe was a surprise. I'd expected something traditional, conservative. Instead, it was modern and form-fitting—black pants, a crimson silk shirt, and a black blazer with the academy crest embroidered in silver thread. A wolf and a human, circling each other eternally. "We look amazing," Sophie gushed, admiring herself in the mirror. "Like we actually belong here."

It's Cathylene Durk after all. I am clad in this midi length linen dress with a flattering A-line silhouette. Its classic crisp white with delicate spaghetti straps and has this defined subtle tie waist. Chic? Absolutely but I'm about to freeze to death. I should have worn a better dress. If only Liam hadn't selected it himself. “This is a big night for me and I can't have my wife looking like a maid!” He'd slammed when he selected it. I stylishly scan around to spot Nathan. He and Lola have suddenly gotten close. I can't help but feel bitter.

but no matter what I did, my mind kept circling back to the same haunting image: Rowan sitting across from Alexa in some dimly lit lounge, her lips painted red, her laughter ringing too loud, her hand reaching across the table. By the time evening came, I felt sick from the weight of my thoughts. He came down the stairs looking devastatingly handsome, dressed in his navy suit with a silver tie. His hair was combed neatly, his shoes polished to a perfect shine. The kind of presence that turned heads without him even trying. I felt my throat tighten. Alexa would see him like this. Not me. Her. Rowan paused at the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks. “I’ll be back late,” he said. “Don’t wait up.”

" He nodded. ''You wouldn't be doing any hunting in this school Rhinehart.'' He said and it was my turn to nod. He looked suspicious. ''How would you be able to feed?'' ''My father's servants would bring me blood daily.'' A flicker of disgust passed through his eyes as he nodded. ''And how would you tell them to start -- sending the blood parcels?'' ''I... It's an arrangement that has already been made.'' He nodded a again and brought out a chip from his pocket and pinned it in my hair. ''You will wear this always Vampire or I'll hunt you down and kill you like you never mattered.'' Then he stood up and unlocked the door and I was only to eager to scurry out, yet when I got to the door, he b

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”