Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled. She should’ve expected this. She’d burned the offer. Now he’d returned the favor — with fire of his own. Her office door creaked. It was Amy. “Attorney? There’s someone here to see you.” “I’m not taking meetings today.” “I think you’ll want this one.” Neera sighed. “Who is it?” Amy hesitated. Then she said, “He said his name is… K.R.” Every muscle in her body went still. She turned.

Privately, entire departments focused solely on Crimson Blood. The project received a formal designation. 'Project Crimson Hunger. The name reflected the blood's most disturbing characteristic. No matter how many researchers studied it... It always seemed to demand more. More samples. More experiments. More questions. Years passed. Progress slowed. Then one expedition returned with a discovery that would redefine the project forever. Deep beneath abandoned ruins, researchers encountered a single survivor unlike anyone they had ever examined. He appeared human. His pulse was almost undetectable. His body temperature remained unnaturally low. His injuries healed before observers' eyes. Most as

"And the Ghost is born. Are you certain about this, Agent? Once you step through those gates, the Bureau cannot pull you out. You are officially an unregistered rogue." "I’ve been a ghost for ten years," Dante replied, his eyes tracing the silhouette of his mother’s face on a burning photograph before it turned to cinder. "Is the Vanni introduction set?" "It is. Enzo 'The Cleaver' Vanni is bleeding thirty million dollars a week because the Marcone family is raiding his northern supply lines. He’s desperate, paranoid, and looking for unlisted muscle. But he will test you, Dante. He’ll want to see if you bleed blue or crimson."

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.

Opening up my phone, I gazed upon an image Uncle Marc had forwarded to me. "His name is Damarc Susie. He loves clubbing a lot, and his favorite clubbing spot is at the Crimson Lounge. That's where you're going to find him. You have only tonight to bring me his head, Dominic. Do well not to disappoint," he said, and I left a nod, watching Uncle Marc leave after. My gaze returned back to the image of the man, "Damarc Susie." Maybe this was a test, a step up in my aims to reach greater heights, more than Uncle Marc. I'm sure he must have done something worth more than death for Uncle Marc to give me his name.

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

“The guys who joined our class are Orlo and Dylan. Aren’t their names sexy as well?” “Our guy is Lorcan,” I say, putting more emphasis on the name since I don’t wanna lose the childish competition of which newcomer is more handsome and sexy. “Oh, man! I wanna see him,” Amara giggles. “Speak of the devil and there he is.” Julia rolls her eyes. I glance in the direction since I have already noticed Lorcan as soon as I have arrived at the canteen. Oh? There are other guys and both of them are in black attire. Do they belong to some cult or something? Why are they all in black clothes?

"Damn." "But our Clan still needed to be completed. Adrian Wolf, the Ace, is the youngest and the last to be recruited into the Crimson Clan. He is my Underboss. His parents gave him up for adoption, so he spent most of his younger years in an orphanage until he was adopted at ten. Everything was perfect until his adoptive parents birthed a child and put Adrian on the back burner. He felt hopeless and unwanted, like in the orphanage, so he ran away. He never really told much after that other than he met a man who changed his life. Adrian became the youngest, most respected underground fighter. We learned about Adrian through a mysterious man who invited Jack to watch Adrian fight. With much

He was going to follow her and say all that was on his mind when he heard the front door open “Jared?” he heard Xavier scream “What’s wrong? Why are you screaming again?” he asked, impatiently “There is another dead body. It is a kid’s body again. We have to find a way to stop this. The people of Crimson valley are starting to lose their patience. It is a matter of time before thing go out of hand here. They are not buying my story of peace and unity anymore and they thing the blue silver pack has something to do with it” Xavier said