Diablo Vs Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

“According to what I’ve read about Eboras after when we came back, many of them are spirits who have lost themselves to resentment and vengeance which gives them power of destruction, and only very few people can unravel them back to their natural pure state while others had no choice but to just destroy them.” “Those ones you fought were third rate Eboras, very powerful, we were expecting you to fail horribly. But this…” the Red matron added, shaking her head in wonderment. There were murmurs from the members of the council as they all put me under their heated gaze, making my skin crawl with unease. I stood there, unsure of what to say or do. “I never doubted her for a second.” The white m

"You see, I am the alpha in the pack. You are supposed to be my Luna. I know that you are confused and upset right now. I am sorry about that. But you need to understand. Ryder is an outsider. Unless he is turned, the pack will kill him on sight. That is just how it works. If they smell human scents on you as part of your scent and your brother's they will kill you both. I won't let that happen. There is going to be a full moon tonight. You, tell me what you want to do? I will kill him or I will bite him and change him. He may die anyway. Your brother is not a strong child. But he has a better chance that way. Becoming a wolf may save his life. If he lives he will become strong like the othe

"Don't lie to yourself, Alex. Silver Dawn has never been home to me. Everybody hated me. Father couldn't even look at me." "I never hated you, Cass. You were my best friend." "It's Diablo," he corrected, his voice smoother than oil and laced with knives, "and you had a mighty fine way of showing it, Alex." There was a moment of silence where Alex and Diablo just stared at each other for a few moments. Alex with pain and grief, Diablo with spite and vengeance. The air between them crackled with energy and I adjusted awkwardly in my seat, not wanting to be in their line of fire.

Far away, a single violin string quivered, then held, a drawn breath waiting to be spent. Dracula let my wrist go. The room exhaled. “Very well,” he said, voice soft enough to make the hair at my nape lift. “You want a choice? I will give her one.” He stepped back once, hands at his sides, the dark around him drawing closer like a cloak. His eyes were no longer crimson; they were something colder, a winter metal polished too bright. “Evelyn,” he said without looking away from Elias, “ask yourself which of us is lying to you.”

I grip her hips hard, my fingers will leave bruises for sure. I line myself up. She is still virgin, so tight. Wet from fear and shame. I push in. One brutal thrust. She screams so high and broken. “No! It hurts! Please!” “Please what? Fuck you?” Blood runs warm down her thighs, red mixing with water. Her virginity is mine now. I finally claimed my prize. I pull back and slam in again, deeper. She cries loud, her sobs shake her body. Tears stream down her face with the water.

It was obvious he hadn't been expecting us, his eyes blazing with rage, his aura surging as he commanded his army, flames surrounding him as he slayed our men and women without mercy. So, this was the Crimson King… This was the man who hurt my family… Two of the fire wolves lunged at me, but Rayhan knocked them aside, killing one in seconds. The second followed seconds later, its blood splattering over my grey fur. I scanned the crowds and saw that Alejandro had now shifted. His Lycan form towered above all the wolves as he let out a vicious growl, engaging in battle with the Crimson King. The Djinn’s power was immense, and he was thrown back. His aura wrapped around him protectively as he l

Each strike and dodge feel effortless, fueled by the quiet power of my Lycan. After a few exchanges, Jason's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting my newfound agility and force. The crowd murmurs, their awe growing as I hold my own. Blake watches, pride shining in his dark eyes, while Skadii hums with satisfaction inside my mind. This duel isn't just a test—it's proof that I truly belong here, standing shoulder to shoulder with the strongest among them.

Damiano let out his devilish smirk as he got ready. “You might have just started a war between the two most competitive people.” Giovanni said, watching them in amusement. “As long they don’t kill each other, it’s fine. There is no way I am losing freaking fifty thousand dollars.” I watched in anticipation, seeing Luca was a lot more focused now than he was when he thought he would be challenging me. Damiano took a quick glance at me, and gave me a wink, having me smile big before aiming his gun at the target. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes slid down to his muscular ass, giving an impressive nod as I checked him out.

Damn. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. The intelligence reports had described Daemon as reckless, impulsive, and hopelessly flirtatious and apparently they had not exaggerated. "You're the Crimson Mistress?" His tone carried obvious interest. I tilted my head slightly. "So I've been told." Daemon laughed. "I like her already." Draven smirked. "You like everyone." "Not true." Daemon said shaking his head. "It is absolutely true." Diavolo said shortly as he poured himself another drink. "I give it ten minutes before Daemon asks for her number."

They look at each other before turning back to us, their gazes deadly. I tense up even more, ready to run when Damian starts to speak. “Look here buddy, why don’t you just get out of here. I don’t wanna fight you but if I have to I will. Trust me when I say you don’t want this fight to happen.” That’s when I notice that Damian’s voice sounds different. It's deeper and scarier. I look at him and see his eyes are almost pure black except for his irises. They are bright red. The robbers just shake their heads and start to run at us. I let out a scream and close my eyes, throwing my arms out in front of me as a wave of power leaves my body through my hands. It pushes me away from Damian and I al