Novel & Cerita Crimson Widow

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.

Domenik moved—closer, never touching, but every inch of him a barrier. “She’s not leaving with you.” The Widow tilted her head. “I never asked her to.” She leaned in, low enough for only Eirwen to hear: “Find me when you’re tired of letting men decide your price.” Then, louder, almost bored: “Run.” A crack split the stairwell. Gas hissed again. The Widow turned and was gone—slipping into the storm, a ghost made real by reputation alone. Chaos crashed back in. Boots. Orders. Guns primed for war.

“The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.” I sucked in a breath at that, and he smiled at me. “We were sent to your mate a few weeks ago to kill him, but for some reason I cannot explain this time, my Master wishes to toy with him for a bit. I will not explain

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

She held out the piece of my daughter’s blanket. “I found this by the river,” she said. “They were tracking it. You were almost found.” “Who are you?” I asked, stepping in front of the crib again. She dropped to one knee. “My name is Wren. I came with the Crimson Alphas. They’ll arrive by sunrise.” I exchanged a sharp look with Elias. “Crimson Alphas?” I repeated. “I don’t trust anyone who follows red banners.” “They don’t follow,” Wren said. “Not anymore. They kneel.

To leave his world forever. Forever gone, wiped so thoroughly from the face of the planet that it would seem as though she had never been here. I returned to my desk,.my chest still heaving. I picked up my phone with a steady hand. Through my contacts, I came across a name that was only a symbol—a black spider—and had no name. I listened to the single sterile ring after pressing the call button and holding the phone to my ear. On the second he replied. "Ma'am." "Activate the Red Widow," I said in a low emotionless voice. "I want her gone, quietly."

Crimson declared with determination. That evening, Crimson made his way to the Queen's Courtyard, resolved to locate Elizabeth Everheart and confront her at last. However, upon reaching her office, he was surprised to find a different woman with dark hair and eyes sitting at the desk—the very same woman who claimed to have discovered Cleo in the cemetery. “Elizabeth is not here,” Sapphire Everheart replied in a cold tone. Crimson wondered what he had done to deserve that chilling reception. “Where is she?” he asked, unable to conceal the irritation he felt.

The nuptial chain was hooked around her neck and the tears fell. Then he was handed the vermilion. Instantly her eyes teared up as she blocked them in her eyelids. But they flowed free when he filled her hair partition with vermilion as she closed her eyes in repent of her fate. As soon as he filled the vermilion on her partition he was about to sit when suddenly a shot was heard making her eyes snap open as a huge uproar of scream were heard and the scattered crimson blood came into her vision as some fell on her as well. Her eyes widen at the scene and with dread filling in her heart, she looked up to her side only to see her husband spitting out blood from his mouth as his hand covered th

She had never experienced such agony before and she couldn't understand why Shane hated her so much or why Shane had captured her again. She was barely conscious now and hardly heard the door to the dungeon creak open. Nicole tensed up, tears spilt down her eyes. She already knew what was coming— another round of torture. Yet this time, it wasn't Shane and his females who entered the room. It was a woman she had never seen before. The red-haired woman walked over to Nicole and stared down at her with green, cold, calculating eyes. "I'm the new Luna of Crimson," she said. "And I want you dead."

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***