How To Destroy Crimson Hearts Novels & Stories

“You’re a dead man if she finds out you’re here. Didn’t she nearly lose you the last time this place almost killed you?” He grunted, avoiding my gaze. “Yeah, well, I need to check if the human heart trapped in glass is still here. If it’s still beating...or if it’s finally disappeared for good.” “And if it’s still there?” I asked cautiously. “Then we destroy it,” Damon said firmly. “You and I can take it out. If we don’t, that malicious thing will keep poisoning everything.” I sighed. “Fair enough. But if this goes south, we teleport out. No unnecessary heroics.”

“I pity you, Ray. You’ll never be happy because you don’t deserve it. And now I am going to throw away this stupid fish.” “Myra!” Ray shouted just as I picked up the soft toy. “You will regret it, Myra.” “Trust me I won’t.” I said. “Get me the hammer from the right drawer.” I said to Zivah. I could see the reluctance in Zivah’s eyes but she passed the hammer anyways. “Goodbye, dumbasses.” I said to them through the soft toy and then hit the innocent fish until I heard the undeniable crunch of metal breaking. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the now disheveled and torn soft and threw it out of the window.

Even though I have known for years that I would marry, I am at a loss for how to control my confusing emotions. ​The Registry is supposed to benefit both parts of the Founding Ten. An important part of the Crimson Ball is getting more donors to volunteer and more of the Eternal Order to partake so that we can continue to bridge our alliance. My snubbing the Registry publicly could be looked down upon but I have already fed tonight and want nothing more than to rescue Margot who looks so uncomfortable right now.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

I forgave him for that after the heartfelt confession. Anyway, today I am gonna end this debate for once and all. I turn off the light, light a few candles, take a knife from the kitchen, and sit on the floor. So, the plan is simple. Blackmail Lorcan into confessing the truth. When he returns home, slash my wrist. If he reacts, he is a vampire. If he doesn’t, he is a human. After an agonising wait of an hour, the door opens, and Lorcan comes in.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.

She looked like a queen carved from marble, fury and death. My gaze lingered on her, unable to tear away, hatred pulsing in every beat of my heart. But I buried it deep so deep it nearly choked me. Hatred was forbidden in Crimson Shade. Anyone caught harboring it toward a packmate suffered instant death. Their organs combusted within them, bursting like overripe fruit until there was nothing left but a shell. I forced my rage to fade from my eyes, let my shoulders sink in feigned calm, and lowered my head in silent submission.

With that, the infant's disguise fell away completely, revealing the parasitic thing it truly was—a grotesque creature of writhing suckers and black, pulsing veins. "Finally..." Isolde cradled the monster, a crazed smile on her face. "If I can't have your love, then the entire clan can be food for my child! You all owe me this!" In a fit of rage, I blasted Isolde away and threw the demon-spawn into a sealing ward. But it was no use. The blood curse was already out of control. Without a powerful purification, the Crimson Court would soon be extinct. I stumbled back to my chambers, wanting one last look at Gracie before I died.

ends whatever Amber was planning. “S-stop! Stop! Please Amber! Stoop! Don't k-kill him!” Mira came out crying from nowhere. He covered his own mouth when he saw Damienne in a pitiful state. Amber let it go violently before facing Mira with a smirk. "Finally, you showed up." I watched her cry in front of me. I smell the air before I walk towards the darkness and pull something out. Without thinking twice, I buried my hand in his chest and crushed his heart without emotion before throwing it on the floor and facing Mira again who still did not stop crying.