Crimson Widow Novels & Stories

"The security droids are idling. The loop is holding, but the core processor is starting to purge the memory. You have three minutes before the house wakes up." "I don't need three minutes," Dante replied. I heard the muffled thud of a flash-bang from the floor above, followed by the rhythmic, clinical pop-pop of his suppressed .45s. He wasn't auditing; he was clearing the ledger. I reached the server vault a chamber of pulsing crimson light that looked like the interior of a heart. And there, sitting in a high-backed chair of spun glass, was the discrepancy I had been hunting. The Widow. She didn't look like a ghost. She looked like a queen in exile. Her hair was a shock of silver, pulled b

It was a ridiculous thought. Why would Alpha Krimson, of all people in this world, be lonely? Moreover, Krimson hadn't arrived at the party alone. He had come with this gorgeous blonde woman who was almost as tall as him after wearing high heels and a blood red dress that clung to her body like a second skin. I couldn't even call the woman trashy or slutty, because she wasn't. She was elegant and gorgeous and she fit right next to Krimson…something I'll never be able to do.

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

It wasn’t every day you watched someone walk into the lion’s den with her eyes wide open and a dagger of her own. When she said his name as though it were a curse and a riddle, he didn’t tell her she was right to suspect him. Because she was wrong… and right. The man who killed her father didn’t answer to him, or his family. Not anymore. The Renzaros hadn’t ordered the hit. But they’d cleaned up the aftermath. And now, he was sitting across from the only woman in the world smart enough—and recklessly enough—to make him regret that. As she signed the paper, his pulse didn’t race.

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

He held Lexi’s hand and hold it tighter. On the other hand, Azrael cannot stop herself from shedding a tear. Anna was sobbing to which she covered her eyes with her hands and lean on Azrael. “Why aren’t we doing anything?” Azrael whispered to herself as turned her head away from the scene. Not only because Connor’s bloody and limp body, but also from all the packs, especially the Crimson Crest. As the four have their moment, Christine was looking at their devastating figure. Especially at someone she know, someone who might make all the werewolves down, she was staring at Lexi. Her expressionless face made it eerie as she once again snapped her finger to make the scenario vanish.

A gorgeous young woman then walked downstairs, wearing a red dress and a purple shawl. Someone exclaimed, “It’s… Frostine Usoro, the Venom Widow?!” “Oh my god. This woman is in the store. We’re doomed, utterly doomed!” Dory felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her fragile body trembled as she fell on her back.

“By silencing you forever.” He gasps, his face turns purple due to lack of air. I scoff. In a heartbeat, his neck cracks and the next moment, he is lying lifeless on the floor. One leech out. I look at his lackeys, whose legs are rooted to the floor, looking at me like they have seen a ghost. Well, not a ghost, a vampire to be honest. Well, seeing the vampire crown prince is a one-time affair after all. I smirk, and the next moment, they join their leader, Alan, on the cold floor.

A collective gasp rippled through the study, the weight of impending doom pressing down on us all with renewed force. “Damn that Jermain!” King Brad bellowed, the force of his fury making the very table tremble beneath his clenched fist. “He has now kidnapped fifteen more she-wolves! Fifteen! From Silver Bow and Blue Moon. Alpha Zenic is beyond himself with grief and unbridled rage, that scumbag has also taken his daughter. Alpha Jack has already mobilized his forces. He stands ready at the border, waiting for Zenic’s command to strike Woodcrest beside him, prepared to unleash a storm of vengeance that will leave nothing untouched.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”