Crimson Widow Novels & Stories

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

“The crimson mark she is talking about. Months ago, before the Alpha ceremony, I saw Sienna wearing a talisman that had a red moon on it. I thought it was just jewellery.” “Crimson?” Maddox asks. “Yes,” Craig confirms. “But now... I remember. That colour, that mark—” “It’s a charm used in essence theft rituals,” Richard finishes, his voice dropping to a whisper. My eyes widen in horror. Maddox grips the back of a wooden chair, her knuckles white. “So she didn’t just manipulate Keegan...” Her voice is laced with a fury that matches my own. “She’s been bleeding your wolf dry.”

A bright light cut through, blinding my eyes as they shut for a second before opening after. Designed on the building's walls were pictures—pictures of women, some with sketches while some with real images. But somehow, I found myself shivering as fear coursed through my spine just by gazing at those images. Some had blood stains, mutilated heads, decapitated heads with broken bones and blood dripping. One image had a woman seated on a chariot-like throne with blood-stained clothes, and on her hand, I saw a dagger. "That was my brother's wife; Adrian and Dominic's mother. Nobody ever talks about her in this mansion," I heard the old man utter. His words left my face pale at the mere grasp as

"I, Jason Crimson, Alpha of Crimson Moon pack, accept you Ariana Harrison, as my mate!"

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV

I ask about my friend in desperation, still flabbergasted by his revelation. “They only lost a few men. Ria and Xander are fine. Morgan killed Finn’s mate… but that’s not why I’m calling.” He paused after revealing the witch he had fallen in love with had killed her brothers' mate and I could almost taste the apprehension in his voice with is next words. “I need to tell you something about Crimson.” I look at Crimson who mirrors my look with a frown. “What about Crimson?” I say holding a finger up to my lips, to tell Crimson to be silent.

Crimson was silent for a while, ignoring a creature that was taken out by the lieutenant who fired multiple shots into the back of its thick hairy neck. "For her," he finally spoke, "I did it for her." Kristina understood who he was referring to. "But I killed her. I killed your friend." Crimson inhaled deeply, vividly recalling how Violet had died after she had pushed him out of the way to receive the full blast of a super powered laser beam that instantly turned her into vapor and dust back in New York. "There would be no honor in avenging her death using death." Kristina felt like she had to say something but the words could not formulate in her mouth.

The camera hid somewhere beneath all of it. She examined Damon’s crude patchwork map and the marking across it, three X marks surrounding what Damon had believed to be the general location of what he had called the Mourner’s Cradle. Even if her husband had drawn the map with a precise hand and a sharp mind, it struck her like something out of a child’s pretend treasure hunting adventure. She didn’t know what substantiated Damon’s fixation, but she knew Damon. Now that he was gone, his void was hers. For the moment, going over the patchwork map gave her something to do, a reason to move her hands, which she considered a good thing in this cold.