Crimson Widow Novels & Stories

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?”

I said. Sebastian turned, his eyes cautious. "Anna has been by my side for years, as close as a sister. Now that she's about to walk down the aisle, it's up to me, her big sis, to hook her up with the most epic wedding gift ever, so she can make her exit in style," I said, my voice steady and clear enough for everyone up front to catch every single word. "And now that Anna's expecting, she needs extra care and protection. All the prenatal vitamins, baby clothes–nothing's going to be missing from the Caruso household."

Please let her be alive and safe. Rosella climbs up beside me, brushing my arm lightly. “You looked so pale before,” she says, her little voice trembling. “I thought something really bad happened to you and you wouldn't wake up even when Auntie Pat came.” Pat? Oh the healer. I manage a faint smile. “Did you forget who I am?” I tease softly. “I’m the Blood Widow who won against two hundred men. The witch of Oakwood. Nothing bad can happen to someone like that, right?”

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.

My mouth dries up. “What do you mean?” Knox grins. “The Crimson Cage is all about spectacle, Miss Daniels. You think you're trouble? Wait until they see what you're about to unleash. I'll enjoy every second of it. He nods to Dr. Hayes, who cues up footage on the wall. The screens flicker to life with clips from the arena: wolves tearing into each other, the crowd's roar deafening, blood splattering everywhere. Death and violence, caught clean and sharp like it's meant to be watched.

Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King. Was written beneath the portrait, in small, careful letters I stared at the portrait for a long time. She looked like someone who knew exactly what was coming and had decided how she was going to meet it. I thought about a woman who had watched her people be erased for decades and had held them together through a forty-year war through nothing but will and fury and the specific kind of strength that only comes from having already lost everything. --- And so the Crimson War ended. The witches were gone.

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."