House In Crimson Peak Novels & Stories

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

her friend nodded, eyes scanning the screen. "I'm on it, Emerald. Give me a moment." Minutes passed like hours as Creep cross-referenced data, searching for any sign of an ambulance leaving the mansion three days ago. Finally, a ping on his screen caught his attention—a record of an ambulance leaving the mansion precisely at 4 PM three days ago, heading towards a location in their city. "I've got something," Creep said, his voice tense with excitement. "The ambulance was tracked to an establishment called the Red House.."

But what she didn’t know was that I had a surprise in store for her, one that would make this trip even more unforgettable. As we approached our destination, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. I knew that Kira's family was also in Hollow Peak and I knew there was a probability of me bumping into them. But that didn’t matter. I had already decided, and nothing was going to change my plans. Finally, we arrived at our destination, a beautiful little house perched on the side of the mountain. As Maddie gazed in awe at the stunning scenery around us, I couldn’t help but smile. This was it. This was the moment.

“You came back—” She twisted around. And froze. It wasn’t Fenrak. The man standing at the edge of the firelight was taller, broader, his wolf-scarred jawline catching the glow of the flames. Shadows deepened the ridges of his face, the faint torchlight catching on his sharp teeth as he smiled—a predator’s smile. “Hello again… little Crimson.” Her breath hitched. Blood roared in her ears. She rose to her feet, every muscle stiff, her instincts screaming. Her hands curled into fists, though they trembled.

"Are you alright? Would you like some fruit? I'll peel it for you." I was certain that I was dead, yet my vision cleared up at that moment. In fact, I even heard a melodic male voice booming right next to me. It was such a shame that the man wasn't directing the question at me at all. My vision sharpened once again. I found myself staring at a simplistic ward belonging to a makeshift hospital located at the base camp of the tallest mountain in the world. Gerard Frost, my husband, happened to be caressing his best friend, Olivia Hallburg's cheek with his fingers. Worry was written all over his face.

Ivor repeated, a sense of dread creeping in. “Oh yes,” Jermain affirmed, his voice smooth as silk. “You earlier mentioned wanting to search for her here in Woodcrest, isn’t it? If you find her here, we will assist you in collecting the reward. You will become a member of Woodcrest since we don’t do exchanges. All mates stay in our pack.”..

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.