Crimson Ties Novels & Stories

A grainy image popped up, three bodies hanging upside down from a crane, throats slit, a snake symbol scorched into their chests. The room fell into a low hum of whispered curses and exchanged glances. “They want a war,” Kira said simply. “They’ll regret asking,” Valerie added, grinning like a serpent. “They’re not amateurs,” Aleksander continued. “They’re organized, heavily armed, and they’ve got connections back in Italy. Someone over there is funding this.” I leaned back against the wall, arms folded. “So what’s the plan? We wait until they take the next shipment too?” All eyes turned to me. Including his.

I needed to focus on the present. Jamie looked amazing. The bright stage lights caught the golden strands of his blonde hair, making him look almost dreamlike. His broad shoulders filled out his black tailored suit perfectly and the way he carried himself with an effortless, magnetic grace made my swooning totally called for. My smile faltered slightly as my eyes drifted to his tie. It wasn't the silk purple one I had bought him for tonight. He was wearing red. A sharp, fiery crimson. My gaze shifted to the woman standing right next to him.

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.

Browsing through the cupboard he pulled out a blue shirt and a white shirt. ''I call dibs on the white shirt'', John grabbed the shirt off the bed. They both changed into the suits. ''Tie?'', John asked. Alex opened his draw looking through the tie selection. ''Blue on blue, No'' There were a variety of colours , patterns and styles. He opened the drawer wide for John to see. John looked in amazement, there were so many ties. Finally his eyes settled on a black and silver tie. It was a slim black tie with silver embroidered vines. It looked elegant and expensive.

"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.”

“Charcoal grey. Not bad. You’ll look like a CEO trying to seduce his assistant.” Tyler shoved him. “Get out of my stuff.” Malik grinned. “Bet Mason’s the assistant in this scenario.” “Bet you wish you were,” I shot back. The guys howled. Tyler muttered something under his breath that I didn’t catch. The hallway turned into chaos as everyone tried on jackets, argued over ties, and borrowed cufflinks. Damien held up two ties. “Which says philanthropic gentleman and which says I’ll ruin you in the bathroom?” “Same tie,” Avery said without missing a beat.