Dark Crimson Novels & Stories

Every time. His signature initials—B.C.—plus his black and red color scheming ways was how my paper had decided to coin him Black Crimson, which I personally thought they could’ve done a better job of, but now that he’d been Black Crimson for so many months, the very name had become synonymous with extracting a big, dreamy sigh from me. Because seriously… Black Crimson. (Yes, cue the sigh there.) I thought of him as this wild, unobtainable unicorn of a creature. The man was simply a legend.

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

" The book we read at Tisha's place. It said the warlock sealed the secret to killing Luke in silver and aquamarine. Daniel's necklace is silver and the W sign on it happens to be blue in color. Aquamarine is another color for blue." "I guess that makes sense." Tomiwa shrugged. "But still,we dont know where Luke is and your hunter friends are nowhere to be found." " I don't need them." Daniel frowned. " Not after what they did." "Look,Dan." Jake sighed. " I know what they did was wrong but in a way it turned out for good." "You're kidding,right?" Daniel snapped,glaring across the screen at his friend. " Jake,that's the last thing i expect from you."

“Mother's aim to do everything, by choosing twins is to save hope that the dark destiny of the vampire world might change. Even though the possibility is very slim not even at all. Every action will have its own risks, especially in matters like this. Mother has done her best, but the fate of darkness will continue to be destiny. In addition, Queen Meralda was really cunning. She had tricked the King of Darkos and planned to take all the forces of the Red Stone. Actually the King of Darkos was not gullible, but fate did require him to do all of that. After all, my mother was destined to die in the hands of the King of Darkos herself. But King Darkos did not do the same with King Drakos, his

Southern Canada The line of vampires loped single-file through the dark woods, weaving its way south and east among the snow-draped pines like a snake slithering through tall grass. A six-inch carpet of freshly fallen snow did not impede their progress in the least, nor did the bitter cold. There were a dozen of the creatures, spaced evenly about five feet apart, all clothed in black and shades of dark gray. Only the leader, a vampire of African descent named Jarubu, displayed any color at all in his outfit: a dark crimson oval that covered most of the top half of his black hooded sweatshirt. Above the oval, Jarubu’s coal black skin reflected so little of the

They were on Damon. His fur seemed to suck up the light surrounding it, an endless shadow rippling with power. He was larger than any wolf Evelyn had ever seen, too large. His massive paws sank into the earth like roots, claws glinting like obsidian shards. And his eyes, red. A deep and dark crimson red, like burning coals. Red as fresh blood spilled on snow.

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?”

Dominick cried when he saw her body flying out of the car while he rolled beside the road along with broken car. He whimpered when he saw her body in a pool of blood, thousands of glasses were cutting into her delicate skin. "Grace!" He cried. Her face was covered in blood. His leg was stuck as the car was upside down but still he tried to crawl towards her and grabbed her bloody hand. His heart almost stopped beating when he couldn't feel her pulse beating. "Grace!" He Screamed. "Please, No!" He looked at her innocent face which was looking lifeless now.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

I got out of my car in front of the bar, the sign said ‘déjà vu’ and I half wondered how many memories it had. It was exactly the kind of place I expected to see a vampire. Smoky lights, strippers and people who wouldn’t remember your face the next day. The vampire, a man was supposed to be wearing a gray jacket and as I looked around the people there, I saw how vague that description was. Half of the men were wearing jackets and most of the jackets were gray.