Crimson X Alessio Novels & Stories

If anything, I think he treats me as his equal. I literally see fucking stars as I cling onto him for dear life. His groans echo in my ear. Alessio mutters something in Italian — I have no fucking idea what he's saying but fuck, it turns me on. His Italian is sexy as fuck. With a scream, thick ribbons of cum shoot between us, splaying over his abdomen. I've never ejaculated so much before.

“You’re sick, Asher. Do you want to get me killed? Don’t forget you have brothers. You’re triplets, not a single wolf. Without rejecting Liam’s bond, do you think I could be with you? If you mark me, it will get me killed because your brothers would also have to do it before half an hour passes. And if they don’t reach here before that time, the pain might end my life.” He sighed in exhaustion and kissed my neck before he got off me. He stared at his mess dripping onto the sofa from my cunt. A satisfied smile spread across his face. “Don’t take any drugs, Alessia. Have my pup,” he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. I rolled my eyes. “Dream on,” I muttered. I got to my feet and started

As he spoke, the cold air from the hallway blew on her face and she could see another glittering of his eyes from the dark. His hands went to her waist, holding her steady, but his hands were so cold that they were sending shivers into her. He continue to stare though not as intense as before. Alessia felt deeply terrified. Who was this man?! Why does it seem that all the handsome men are becoming strange around her?! Alessia thought to herself, but the strangeness didn't stop there because the man still held her waist tightly. She could feel something penetrating her skin and then she realised, he had used his long fingernails to cut through her, a drop of blood dropped on his index finger

Ace's POV I'm not sure what overcame me but I kissed Alessia's hand. The sweet scent never left my lips. I wanted more. I craved it, like a drug. One taste was enough to get me addicted. She was like a drug. The reason I flew to Italy was to see her and fucking hell, did I see her and her heel in that man's neck. She was more than capable. I was in such a daze, I hardly noticed Ramsay enter the room and leave my suitcase behind. I did, however, see the smirk that was plastered across his face. I did not care.

His rings gave him off, and I frowned before biting his finger. “I was about to tell you that it was me, but it seems to me that you already realized that.” Alessio said, making me frown as I turned to face him. His eyes met mine and he raised his hands in surrender before turning to the door and locking it. My heart raced, and the fact that I removed my corset didn’t make the matter any easier. “I came to check on you and to apologize. As for how I got in here…”

The air between us crackled, heavy with a charged energy that sent shivers down my spine. When we met in the middle, it felt as though the world had stopped. Around us, the crowd went silent, a hushed reverence falling over the festival. All eyes were on us. My breath hitched. I'd heard so many stories about him: Alpha Lysander Nightshade, leader of the largest and most fearsome pack. And now, before me, he stood, his eyes ablaze. He was the first to break the silence, his voice low and husky. "You're human."

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

When she stepped into the room, her eyes immediately locked onto him. Detective Kaelen Blackwood sat across the table, his back straight, his posture rigid. The dim lighting accentuated his sharp jawline and angular features, casting an almost otherworldly glow around him. His piercing amber eyes were fixed on her as if he were studying every minute detail of her appearance. His gaze was intense and unwavering, and there was a certain chill in it that sent a shiver down her spine. “Lysandra Cole,” he said her name like it was an observation, not a question. His voice was low and steady, but there was a hint of something else—something that caused her to doubt his every statement. “I’m a fore

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”

Maybe that was why Marc even had this ceremony done today. "Now the ceremony shall be finalized," the old man said as I watched him bring out what seemed like a red ointment. A finger dipped inside as he marked my forehead with the ointment. A slight drop dripped on my nose. A sniff left a stun. It wasn’t just a colored ointment; from the smell, this was blood. That was something I was sure of. "Stop!" A yell echoed through the room. As I turned to see who it was, Dominic was standing there, beside him was Nate.