Crimson Widow Novels & Stories

“I just thought something is strange, she rests for three years, yet now, she started to move once again. The case in District 2 where a cashier was killed with the same killing signature as her. A wipeout of smuggler’s hide-out under the Dark Moon near the border of District 1, where rumors say a flower of the death was also found there. Recent video footage of vlogger ‘Kiel’ which was instantly deleted before spreading out, was also related to Crimson Blade. Furthermore, the vlogger was also living in DIstrict 1. Do you know what I’m thinking?” Shan tremendously widened his big eyes, “You!… Do you want to go to District 1, thinking Crimson Blade might be living there?!” he wailed incredulo

I gawk as one of the warriors hands Crimson a torch from his pack and a box of matches, only realizing when he spoke in his gruff voice, that that was the man who took me down. “What did you poison us with?” I finally ask, only thinking of and wanting to know now. “A thorn from the bush of Manchineel dipped in Nightshade.” He speaks. “And what did you give Tawny the night of the full moon?” Crimson growls out the question. This time Arik answers, “She was given Jimsonweed in her wine.” At least he looked guilty as he told us. “That and nightshade grow abundantly on our lands. Mix them together and you can take down anything and have them seeing shit for weeks.”

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.

The sound made my stomach drop. I scrambled back until my spine hit the headboard. “Who are you?” I demanded, even though fear had already started creeping into my bones. “Why are you in my house?” One of them looked around slowly, his gaze dragging over the room before settling on me. “So you’re the widow,” he said. My throat went dry. “You need to leave this house right away.” He smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Your house isn’t yours anymore.” My pulse quickened. “What do you mean? What do you want?”

That night, Anthony's mother, the ever-so-sweet Camila Morentti, held my hand and asked with a warm smile, "Sweetie, this is your home now. What would you like for a wedding present? You name it, and it's yours." Before I could even think of an answer, Anthony chimed in, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazed at me, "Mom, let's give Isabella the hot spring retreat up on the mountain! She can't stand the cold, and it'll be the perfect cozy spot for her in the winter. Plus, it's great for her health." Camila agreed without a second thought. Anthony remembered how much I hated the cold. Sebastian remembered, too. That was why, in what felt like a previous life, he used my deepest fear in

Since then, her heart belonged only to him. From her story, I sensed the desperation of many omegas to have Alpha Caleb. It felt like a competition. I knew Alpha Caleb was good in bed, but I couldn't be with a man who slept casually with so many women. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I was an Alpha’s daughter. Instead, I told her I was just an omega from the Crimson Pack. She said she knew the Crimson Pack well because her late mother had also served there as an omega. One morning, I overslept because I had worked all through the night.

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

Jocelyn I stared back at the reflection in the mirror, gazing at the beautiful woman I saw looking back at me. My hair was pulled into a tight ponytail at the top of my head, long locks of natural blond hair curled just right hanging around my shoulders. A few strands were strategically pulled out, framing my face. My sky-blue eyes seemed more lively tonight than they had been recently. I had put more care into my make-up and could see the instant difference it made. Gone was the stone-faced businesswoman. In her place stood the shadow of the woman I once was before I became a widow. A woman who was once carefree and knew exactly what she wanted out of life. A woman who never once had to wor

We all stood in a large circle with Crimson in the middle with a small table which only held a medium sized bowl and a small dagger. One by one, starting with herself, Crimson slices the hands of each of my lovers as I stand and watch as each of their blood drips into the bowl. I watch as she stirs their blood together with the dagger, chanting as she goes before leaving it to soak for a few minutes. "Are you ready, Kitten?" she asks, coming towards me with the bowl in her hands.

"That’s- impossible, we defeated her after the great war. It’s impossible for her to leave a heir in this world!” Heimzel nodded solemnly, his gaze locked with Reina's. "It is true, my daughter. The Crimson Witch was a formidable force, a powerful vampire who struck fear into the hearts of our ancestors. She was relentless, her thirst for power unmatched. The Silvermoon Pack, our pack, waged a battle against her, and in the end, she was defeated. But her legacy lives on."