Crimson Witch Novels & Stories

The priestess stands near the altar, her expression grim. “That was fast,” she says. “You don't expect me to be slow this time, do you?” Her eyes darken, and her gaze sharpens. “Crimson Fang is drawing from black power. A dangerous source.” Dallas snarls. “They seek to covet the Moon Goddess’ child’s gift,” she continues. “To bend it for something that cannot be good.” “For what?” I demand. “For control beyond alphas. Beyond natural order.” Rage stirs. “If a witch marks her scent, how do I track her?” I ask.

Because the answer had been forming quietly in the back of his mind ever since he smelled her in the cave years ago. “Your bloodline,” he said slowly. Regina frowned. “My family isn’t special.” Aldric shook his head slightly. “Crimson Hollow’s Alpha line is one of the oldest in the region,” he explained. “Strong wolves. Strong healing.” Regina’s expression darkened. “So he wanted power.” “Most likely.” The thought made Aldric’s jaw tighten. If Rafael had targeted Regina deliberately… Then her kidnapping had never been random. It had been planned. A cold realization settled over him.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

Even when I had totally masked my own. A trigger had been needed to awoke her and bring her to the surface. Sensing her mate's proximity to death at the hands of Addanc, she had reacted and finally pushed forward. I had so many questions about her. I was born a witch, my mother and father didn't have any werewolf genes whatsoever, so how had I phased? I had been raking my saturated mind for any feasible answer but nothing came up. News had travelled first across the packs, it was inconceivable for a witch having a wolf. As her whines filled my mind and her being called for her mate, my eyes brimmed with tears.

She asked and I stilled. "Why will I reject you, you're my mate." I said and she sighed. "Oh." She replied. "Alpha, I'm back." Aren said and I stood up. "I'll be with you soon." I told her leaving to meet Aren outside. Our hacker and computer operator found information about others easily. "What did you find?" I asked. "She's kinda a rogue, but not really." Aren replied. "Explain." I said. "She was the daughter of the former beta of the Crescent pack, her pack was overthrown and they had a new alpha named Alpha Rick, the alpha that has been really disturbing at times to us." He said and I swallowed, wondering what he did to her.

Then she hung up. Bella tried to call Mira back, but Mira ignored her call. She was so focused on her frustration that she didn't realize that someone had spotted her. A hand grabbed her and pulled her out of the corner, and she felt herself being held by a man who towered over her. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded. Bella looked up at him, taking in his tall, dark-haired frame and his perfect features. But his face was marred by a deep claw mark on the left side. It was obvious that he was part of the Bloodcrest pack.

“Is there any way to replenish the Darkness? It is too dangerous to go back without it. You saw how close we came to being discovered. What the hell was Sarah doing here?” My brows leap up my forehead as an unfamiliar stab of jealousy pricks at me. “You know her?” Aldrich nods absently, obviously preoccupied with our safety. I feel small for feeling jealous. Why should it even make me jealous if Aldrich knows a stunningly beautiful female Werewolf? “She’s a childhood friend. I thought I scented… well never mind. It’s not important now. Is there a way to replenish the Darkness inside you?” Yes. There is a way. But even thinking about it makes my face flush. How will I ever be able to tell him

"If you can't come up, I can come down." Katrina stares at her. "What?" Katrina smiles, "I used to wonder the kind of wolf that would be the king's mate. Since he hadn't found his mate, we all figured she wasn't going to be from Eldrida. To be honest, there were rumours that he was cursed or destined to be without a mate. But then, I used to think, what would her personality be like? Would she be one of the werewolves that think witches are beneath them? Trust me, there are few of those. So I'm just glad that you happen to be a witch as well, that means we're safe. I didn't ever imagine that you'd be so cool though, you're the perfect mate for the king."

Blair let out as she recalled, and her cousin explained that the Haram's Crystal is for seeing the future, and Verdana's Crystal is the one that makes curses. Now, I also learned that these crystals originated way back thousands of years ago. The wishing spells on each of those precious things were bestowed by the four Bergamo sisters with their names on each in exchange for their lives. Their blood and magic are in the crystals and are only available for the witches to use. They are passed on generations from their ancestors, and Blair got hers from her Southern Witch foster mother, the late Margarette Kendall. I missed that science teacher. She was one of the best at my academy. And it's s

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.