Helluva Boss// Crimson X Alessio Novels & Stories

His head begins to bang, drumming a fast staccato beat. “Arrrgh…” Kudaisi scream long and hard, grabbing unto his chest as a piercing pain also strikes him in the chest as blood begins to pool under me. His heart seems to want to jump out of its cage. Slowly, the pain in his chest mirrors the fast staccato beat in his head, and his screams increase making me arch himself off the floor and roll around uncaringly on the grass.

As people who kill too often, their bodies have developed a kind of heat around violence, making it so that sex is a necessity after firing a gun or beating someone to a pulp—anything to sate the body and enliven the thrill rushing in their veins. They hadn’t killed or hunted anyone, only retrieved a safe, but Alessio looked as if he were ready for a hunt. "Boss, boss, let me have dinner at your place." "No." He answered too fast. "Please, you said I could last week?" He insisted, using his softest voice, but Christopher knew how vicious his real face beneath the mask was. Alessio gave everyone the impression of being a tameable puppy, but in reality, he was nothing but a viper.

The Alpha raised his glass of juice towards me, his expression carefully neutral. “I officially welcome you to Woodcrest, Zela, as my chosen mate. I hope the three of us can build a harmonious family and make a genuine effort to get along.” I picked up my glass and raised it to him with a polite smile. “You wish!” Chrissy hissed, her eyes blazing with hatred, the green fire in them almost tangible. “Don’t think for a second, I’ll acknowledge a filthy mistress. She needs to know her place, and I’ll make sure she remembers it.” She grabbed the Alpha by the hair, pulling his face towards hers, her actions possessive and territorial.

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

“My defector got a hit—Alessio’s working with the Order, funneling cash to Crane to regain power.” Gianna’s breath caught, her heartbreak raw, Alessio’s betrayal—once her mentor, now a traitor—cutting deep. “Alessio?” she whispered, her voice trembling, her emerald eyes glistening. “He’s one of them?” Kai’s hand tightened on hers, his voice fierce, grounding her. “He’s nothing, Gianna. We’re stronger than his games.” Rosa’s screens flashed, her voice grim, cross-referencing Valentina’s intel. “Alessio’s tied to Crane’s European accounts—same as Drazen’s funds. He’s playing both sides.”

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

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.”

⸻ 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.

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.

Damon snaps, the while of his eyes too large. I'm trying, Alessia wants to say, fighting a battle against her own body. I'm just so tired... "Alessia, don't you dare!" Damon voice is so far away, flickering in and out like static and the Alessia tries to reach for him, to grab hold of the warmth his body emits, but her arms won't move and her chest is getting hard to rise— "I own you," The mafia boss breathes, soft and sad and grieving and that, that makes Alessia fight harder, makes her force her eyes open because not that voice, she doesn't want to be the cause of that voice—