Crimson Vengeance Novels & Stories

"But please, when something like this happens again, don't take such a risk again." Exactly what I wanted—the blind trust. By jumping in front of Mr. Fernandez and shielding him from the gunshot, I had finally gained the trust of everyone in the family. Now, my mission of vengeance will begin properly. A crooked smile spread across my face as I watched Sergio speak. I was definitely going to get even with his family soon. "Please be more careful," Sergio finished. "I will," I murmured. "I promise." A promise I wasn't sure of keeping. The price of vengeance was high and I was willing to pay for it.

The deafening, chaotic roars of the border battle slowly began to fade, replaced by the heavy, suffocating crackle of burning military trucks and the thick stench of wet mud and blood. I stood entirely frozen in the center of the crimson-stained trench, my chest heaving in ragged, shallow gasps as the adrenaline slowly drained from my veins. My hands were trembling violently, but my grip remained tightly locked around the hilt of the silver blade. The edge of the weapon was dripping with the dark blood of the two warriors I had just ruthlessly killed. I wasn't a helpless victim anymore. I was a weapon of pure vengeance, and watching Alpha Richard’s front-line vanguard crumble beneath our b

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

He takes another slow drag from his cigarette, eyes fixed on the man like he’s nothing more than something mildly interesting. “Start talking. I’ll make your death less painful. How did you find us?” The man lets out a hoarse laugh despite the blood dripping from his mouth. “You don't think the Crimson Circle is untouchable, do you, Valen D’Aviron? You can fuck off to hell.” Valen hums, like he expects the answers, and then, without warning. Bang. The gunshot echoes through the dock while the man jerks violently as the bullet tears through his thigh, a strangled scream ripping from his throat as he collapses forward, barely catching himself.

“Why is he suddenly so sensitive about Mirage? What is she to him?” “That is none of your fucking business,” Alex snapped once again, standing toe to toe with Krimson. “Alex.” This time, Cameron’s voice was a warning, before he turned to face Krimson. “Alpha Krimson, you seem to be forgetting that this isn’t your pack. If you think for one second that helping us means we have sold our honor and freedom, then name your price. We’d rather cut all connections right now and be done with this offer.”

Gone, too, was the grieving brother who lit a candle every year on the same terrible date and wept like the wound had happened yesterday. I was someone else entirely down here. I always have been. Cold. Patient. Dangerous in a way that has nothing to do with weapons and everything to do with what I already know and no one else does. The crystal mirror in front of me showed the west study, small and clear as if I stood in the room myself. It showed Valeria beside Alejandro, her face pale, her whole body trembling with a truth she hadn't chosen to learn. I watched without blinking. Without breathing, almost. There was something in my own stillness that felt less like patience and more like hun

Damon choked, trying one last, pathetic attempt to break Vladimir’s focus with a taunt about my vulnerability. Words. Lies. Noise. He is noise. He is irrelevant. The only truth is the steel in my hand and the debt in my soul. Irina. Isabella. Children. The sequence of vengeance is simple. Kill the threat. Protect the future. Vladimir didn't answer. He drove his knee into Damon’s kidney with brutal, controlled force. Damon bucked, his body arching in immediate, agonizing surrender. Vladimir released the crushing embrace only to lash out with his combat knife.

“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.”

(Julian’s P.O.V) Her wolf looked ethereal when it was glowing with the blue light surrounding her, her howling like a song calling on the Moon Goddess. That’s when I heard the water rushing and the howls and snarls of our warriors. We had crashed her shifting party, knowing this would be the perfect opportunity to grab her. What we hadn’t counted on was her being mated to the future Alpha King of Màni. That was not in the report from our spies, they hadn’t done their jobs right even with the help of Beatrix