Crimson Vengeance Novels & Stories

Tom. (Kelly makes her way to the office) Good morning Kelly, good morning Tim, how was your night? Very well, thank you. Here's the coffee and doughnut you enjoy so much. Thank you so much! I nearly forgot this came in today for you. Tim said. I suppose it's new evidence for the burglary case you're working on. Oh my, thank you very much. (Kelly tears the envelope to view its content). Yes! With this information, I can reunite Anna with her Mum.

"They are born from the anguish of tortured souls, driven by an insatiable thirst for retribution against those who had wronged it. Since souls, for a better lack for words, can't hold memories…wraiths wait around dark alleys and areas shrouded by darkness, to feed upon the souls of those they deem as threats. In this case, the wraiths have decided to target you for some reason." It was hauntingly clear that I had unwillingly become entangled in something far beyond my comprehension. The gravity of Krimson's revelation began to sink in, the implications spiraling into a maelstrom of anxiety. The wraith's relentless pursuit for vengeance was a chilling realization—I was its target, marked by

They knew that sound. Salaza's eyes flicked toward the door. "You're fired," Pavan snapped, jabbing a finger at the exit. The maid fled, tears streaking her face — tears of fear, and of relief that she hadn't ended up in the dungeon like the others who'd broken his rules. She slipped back into line beside the others, head down. "Thank goodness," she whispered, wiping her eyes. Inside, Pavan sat in silence. He reached for the glass of wine beside the framed portrait of the late Queen Elaza and stared at it for a long moment. The anger drained out of his face, leaving only grief behind.

I couldn't make out her face through the heavy tint of her windshield, but the two middle fingers she thrust out the window were loud and clear. Beneath me, Valen went dead still. When I snapped my head back around to look at him, his eyes had completely bled into the crimson red of his wolf. Just as quickly, the black SUV cut in front of us, screeching to a sharp, aggressive halt that blocked the entire lane.. “Valen are you—” “Mate,” he growled, his crimson eyes locking onto the windshield. My blood went stone cold immediately.

Their brother and the vampire mafia prince were a sight to behold as they fought – agility, strength and power on awe-inspiring display. “Curse you, Azrion. Let me go,” Vance hissed as Azrion pinned him to the ground, before flipping him over and clawing out the werewolf’s chest. Vance went still while the pack gaped. Azrion’s mate mark glowed like Nox’s blue one but Azrion’s mark died into a bright red. Bright red. Rejected mate. Azrion was Vance’s rejected mate! The glow died to reveal Azrion’s secret tattoo of Vance’s name on his chest.

Rows and rows of limping, bloodied, mauled wolves stringing their way back to the village, many of them collapsing and dying along the way. That’s what my people see when they think of Crimson Peak. They see a legion of vampires that overran us, that obliterated our once-strong army, tore us to shreds—and for what? In their minds, it was to get their grubby, claw-clad hands on our resources, our land, and our people as feeders. Not the reality of the situation where Kane was simply trying to get what had been promised to him for the investment that he had made in our pack.

The first cannonball hits, and the world splits apart. The ships are close enough now that she can see the detail in every blood-red letter of The Crimson Vengeance. The enemy crew is a dark mass on the deck, shadows and shouts, an army she wasn't ready to face. Her heart is a frantic drum in her chest. They're outnumbered. Outmatched. This is how it ends.

The battle was inevitable, and I had no intention of holding back. A surge of adrenaline coursed through me as the enemy pack came into view, their forms illuminated by the moon's silver glow. There was a wildness in their eyes, a reckless abandon that spoke of desperation or arrogance. Regardless of their reasons, they had crossed a line, and I was prepared to meet their challenge head-on.

His voice was barely audible. “They’re lying…” He gasped painfully. “You have to—” The crimson light exploded again. Victor screamed. His body arched backward unnaturally before he slowly stood. When he looked up again… His eyes were crimson once more. The Crimson One smiled. “What an inconvenience.” Lucian’s expression darkened. “He’s still in there.” The Crimson One shrugged. “Barely.” Amara’s heart tightened. Despite everything Victor had done… Part of him was still fighting.

I’d left Silvermere in the dark, barefoot, bleeding, running for my life. I came back in a ten-car convoy. The vehicles were Valtherion’s idea, matte black SUVs and sedans, tinted windows, polished to a mirror shine. Crimson Fang flags on the lead, rear vehicles. The kind of motorcade that made border patrols radio ahead, highway traffic pull over. Valtherion and I were in the third car, a black Mercedes with leather interior, a partition between us and the driver.