Novel & Cerita Crimson Vengeance

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Nicole "And this is your private romantic suite. Everything has been prepared according to what Mr Cameron Sinclair had requested. I hope it suits your taste." Sierra announced as soon as she opened the door to our suite. Three words: Oh. My. God. "Cameron really requested all this?" Shane asked sierra who nods enthusiastically. I walked in and slowly looked around, taking in the crimson wallpapers and the golden chandelier hanging on the ceiling. There was a huge flat screen TV hanging on the side of the wall and right in front of it, were two big leather couches.

The interior was equipped with a suite of non-invasive sensors that allowed Anya to monitor the biological signatures of anyone within a twenty-foot radius. For Kaelen 'Wraith' Vance, a Rezvani Tank 'Vengeance'. This tactical SUV was the definition of brute force. Finished in a non-reflective 'phantom grey,' it featured thermal night vision, electromagnetic pulse protection, and a smoke screen system. Kaelen had added a custom weapon rack and a reinforced chassis for high-speed extraction missions.

The scene was nothing less than a crime tableau — brutal, merciless, drenched in vengeance. And Damon stood at the center of it, his dagger dripping, his fists bleeding, his eyes blazing with fire. The men fell like dominoes, their cries swallowed by the storm. Damon’s men pressed forward, relentless, merciless. The sixtieth floor was no longer a tower of glass and steel — it was a graveyard, drenched in blood and vengeance. Annaida watched, her face pale, her madness unraveling. She had never imagined this — Davina drenched in blood yet unbroken, Damon unleashed, his fury painting the floor red.

There were vampires only 100 meters ahead of us. My warriors and some of the warriors from the Lykos Pack prepared ourselves to face the vampires. The reason why they were here was very clear. Those damned vampires wanted to take back my wife, Anastasia. But that would never happen. After all, they messed with me, the Crimson Warrior. No one would stay alive after messing up with me or my loved ones. Without further ado, I immediately drew my black steel sword as I slashed a vampire who rushed into me in half. I did it again and again. Trained to go against the vampires, I got used to it. However, my mind was wandering.

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

I want to talk to Crystal once again but I just can't tolerate their feeling inside, it's full of resentment inside and the atmosphere feels like a cemetery. "They are already dead. Those are the souls of the Xilan Tribe. Crystal was their head, died while protecting everyone." I knew it would turn out like that. But still I was shocked to know that I talked to her spirit for a moment of time. And whatever the reason behind it?

I saw how Crimson's eyes stared at me like I betrayed her. “You're helping her?” Hindi makapaniwalang tanong niya. “She almost killed you back then!” “I can't let her die!” Sigaw ko pabalik. “You traitor!” She shouted and attacked me. Niyakap ko siya at nilingon si Vyel. “Tumakbo ka na!” Utos ko. Iika-ika siyang tumakbo palayo. She cried and whimpered, carrying herself. Crimson hit the back of her head against my face. Agad na pumutok ang labi ko.

Every time Raven slammed his fists in anger, she pulled his strings tighter. “This,” she murmured to Tomas, eyes glittering, “is better than television.” Tomas chuckled, though his gaze stayed sharp. “They’re both convinced they’re hunters.” Krystal smirked. “Let them. The truth is, they’re just prey. And I? I’m the one selling tickets to their match.” She sipped her wine, watching as Darren ran faster and Raven plotted harder. It was blood, money, and revenge — all choreographed by her hand. And soon, when both men were too deep in the war to crawl out… she would collect everything.

“Valentin Egoton had bought a 10 million-dollar life insurance on Charisse Pax. Since Charisse has no family, the next-of-kin and the sole beneficiary upon her death is Valentin Egoton.” Slowly, I pushed myself off Dorian and stared hard at the phone. The tears had stopped, the sympathy for myself had ended. Something new precipitated in its place; something huge and strong, and fiery. Vengeance. Now, I’m sure very sure what I want to be, what I want to do. “Thank you, Alfred,” I sniffed and pressed the red button myself. Then, I wiped the stains off my face with the back of my head, swearing that this was the last time that I would ever allow such stains on my face, and gazed unwaveringly a