Crimson X Alessio Novels & Stories

His eyes were a striking shade of crystal blue__ a sinful combination against his toned skin. Alessia had never been short of good-looking men; her brothers, Gabriel and Enzo were impressive men and head-turners but they all paled in comparison to him. She caught herself immediately realizing that she had stared too long. “Alessia, get a hold of yourself girl” She patted her cheeks lightly to cool down her red face. “Thank heavens I let Sarah paint my face with that hideous pink blush,” She thought. “I see you are enjoying yourself, do you like what you see, Topolina” the deep sinful voice once again came from the godlike Man.

Alessio's Pov “ Faster” she moaned as I thrust into her. I like my girls submissive and a bit of a bite to them. I hate physical touch, that's why I don't do missionary. I preferred to fuck from above or doggy. “Uhh Alessio I'm gonna cum “ she moaned. I thrust harder into her and released myself on her tits. She tried touching me “Uhh uhh you know the rules,” I said to her. My phone rang

“I know you don’t want this marriage. Your father needed help, and this was your way out. I know you’re fucked up, and I know you’ve been eyeing Dante—and he’s been eyeing you too. But let me make this very clear…” His eyes glinted with something possessive, almost feral. “I don’t share. You. Are. Mine.” Alessia clawed at his hand, tears spilling from her eyes. Her legs weakened beneath her. "Damon," she gasped and whispered, "I can't breathe..." At last, his grip loosened, and Alessia collapsed to the ground in a heap, coughing violently, her hair falling in messy waves around her face.

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

A grainy image popped up, three bodies hanging upside down from a crane, throats slit, a snake symbol scorched into their chests. The room fell into a low hum of whispered curses and exchanged glances. “They want a war,” Kira said simply. “They’ll regret asking,” Valerie added, grinning like a serpent. “They’re not amateurs,” Aleksander continued. “They’re organized, heavily armed, and they’ve got connections back in Italy. Someone over there is funding this.” I leaned back against the wall, arms folded. “So what’s the plan? We wait until they take the next shipment too?” All eyes turned to me. Including his.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

⸻ Step by step… He approached the crimson storm. The pressure became unbearable. Blood trickled from his nose. His vision blurred. Still… He kept walking. Only a few feet remained. Damien raised the crimson sword. Every guard shouted. “Stop!” The blade pointed directly at Alessio’s heart. The ancient voice laughed. “One more brother…” ”…one more grave.” ⸻ Alessio smiled softly. “No.” He looked directly into Damien’s burning eyes. “I already lost you once.” He slowly opened his hand.

She leaned down, licked the wound slowly, her tongue trailing over the spot where she had bitten. The skin glowed. A tattoo bloomed into existence across Aria’s chest — a crest carved in divine sigil, blooming like ink in water: A serpent curling around a golden apple, its tail piercing a crown, its fangs dripping onto a rose wrapped in thorns. Eris’s mark. “I’m yours now,” Eris said, voice hoarse, hands framing Aria’s face. “Forever.” Aria’s body moved on instinct. She reached up, pulled Eris down, and kissed her hard.

The rooftop bar glistened like a glass jewel above the city, suspended between the fog of power and the sky of illusion. Neera stepped out of the elevator into cold air that tasted of tobacco and expensive whiskey, the combination that she once hated but later on learned to just ignore. Her heels clicked against the marble, an unspoken declaration of war in a world of velvet threats. Kieran Renzaro was already there, seated in a booth that overlooked the skyline. A low amber light bathed his features in gold, but the rest of him remained in shadow—calm, composed, unreadable.

Alpha Jermain’s face tightened as he finally began his dark rituals. He positioned a small table, already laden with all the necessary items, directly before Lilias. Swiftly, he took a ceremonial blade and made a precise cut across the palm of Lilias’s hand. A gasp escaped the woman, more from shock than pain, as bright red blood welled up and slowly began to drip into an ancient goblet he held beneath. The Alpha watched intently as the crimson droplets fell, his eyes bulging triumphantly.