Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

After some time has passed, a man with a scar on his face comes forward and stands before him. The man was tall, a burly muscular frame and grin crossed his gnarly features that seemed to be the very definition of evil as he looked down at him. He is a man with a burly body and a tall stature His eyes look cunning and greedy and the scar on his face only adds to the evilness in him.

The three men, Crown Prince Raul, Ivor, and Chief Warrior Walther, were already waiting in the grand office, when finally, Alpha Jack arrived. The man beamed, happiness radiating from his face, and his eyes remained glued to Amanda, who walked beside him. The mark was clearly visible in the crook of his neck, just as it was on Amanda’s, displayed by the open neckline of her dress. Raul and Ivor swallowed hard at this overt exhibition of pure joy and contentment.

Alpha Charles asked while the pack rose to their feets and gritted their teeths at the words that were about coming out from Brenda's lips "It's the Crimson Hunters, the most deadliest among all, They are back!" . . THE CRIMSON TOWER Mr Glamora Verah, The leader of the Crimson Hunters sat on a Swivel Chair and rested his back on it. He had a huge Cigarette Wrapped in his lips while he smiled at the huge smoke that popped out of it. Seconds wavered and the door opened and about a handful of Men tumbled Into the House while they lowered their head in shame. Mr Glamora Verah who received quite a pleasure both from his Cigarette and from the ladies that sat around his torso frowned his face afte

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

He knew exactly what was happening- their attraction, their crimson obsession with each other, was far beyond control. "CRIMSON! You think I wouldn't know if you were a spy?", He murmured and his voice was filled with dark amusement. 'Crimson? Is he called me, Crimson?', She pondered as her head spun slightly how quickly he switched from 'little one' to 'Crimson'. His hand slid down to her chin, gripping it firmly but not harshly, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. Their eyes locked, and Zafira's breath caught in her throat, the proximity overwhelming.

"Greetings to you all." Crimson greeted. They replied. "I know you all have a lot of questions for me to why I cried in front of you, but I'm sorry I have to leave that unanswered, I want you to know that sometimes problems get worse that we can't control it, it's not because I don't trust you all, you are my families, all of you, I don't want my problems to be the reason why you will be weak, I had been going through psychology, physical and emotional problems that kept on getting worse, but I'm fine now and thanks for showing your immense support to me." Crimson exclaimed, they clapped.

In which there is a split of the Crimson order of One-One, with the ancient order of Scarlet Desires from the legion of its various warrior vampires. Being that they are divided between their defenders of their entire race, even though none of them desires to annihilate their enemies with as much eagerness as Desires, the various champions of the Crimson Order of One-One, being from Paying Merah, the assassins, their spies, which will go from the lords of the red clouds, to the guardians, who are the red umbrellas. Desires, this is one of the guardians, he is next to his sister, immortal, Luxury, his sister, was everything he was, the woman had beautiful and full breasts, both had their red

Crimson, still moving at superspeed, had then descended upon one creature that turned out to have been devouring the insides of one of the warehouse men. He struck it twice from the back then added one powerful blow that sent a bolt of lightning ripping apart the creature. Kristina was then on his side. The creatures were still quite a handful, their ferocious figures darkened in the night. “There’s too many of them!” Crimson said. “Yeah, no shit!” Kristina snapped back, twisting her dagger in her hand. Crimson was then thinking about getting both of them out of there when the sky boomed followed by a bright luminescence that turned out to be some kind of large mass of energy just a few feet

Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby. "A gift," Alexander rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with unshielded possessiveness. "To match the crown you're taking back tonight." He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside. The cool touch of the black diamonds rested against her warm collarbone before he fastened the clasp. His lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a intoxicating spark coursing straight down her spine. "Let's go buy what's yours, Victoria," Alexander murmured near her ear

"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