Ragna Crimson Videos Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

Vulnerable. It would be the perfect opportunity. Eliminate Ronan Hwan. Sever the head of the Crimson Dragons’ New York operation and strike a blow against the woman who sanctioned Gina’s death. For half a second, I’m vengeful enough to consider it. How easy would it be? A quick slash to the throat, a heavy pillow over the face. He wouldn’t even know the difference.

She spat her head away and walked out of the arena in wolf form as she howled out her pain. “Brenna,” I said and Cheryl’s body started burning as it shifted back to its human form. I turned towards Storm where she stood next to Kiran and he looked at me. The Alphas started to leave the arena and I saw pain in Ramirez’s eyes. It was hard to lose someone you loved, but Jane was loved as well and I would always avenge any pack member. “Congratulations,” Kiran said softly and I smiled. I had seen the way he had looked at Storm.

***Liliana’s POV*** I can’t believe the sight in front of me, Raven is now a large blood colored lycan tearing Orin apart. She greedily drinks from him her aura slipping into every enemy vampire surrounding us, bringing them to their knees as they begin to bleed from their eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.

"Can you please delete it?!" Cora chuckled. "No! It'll help us..." "What?! Are you serious, Cora?! Do you think that s*x video would help us, huh? How?! You should delete it please. Who are they, by the way?!" Casey answered. Cora let out a deep sigh before she speaks to her friend. "The woman in the video is no other than the woman you hate," she said. "Kira is the naked woman in the video having s*x with that man."

I smiled, glancing at Vanessa who was smiling from ear to ear too. The video started with images of women being chained to cells, screaming for help, women and men being flogged, some being tortured and orders being violated with objects. The videos went on and on, some of them showing Greyson's face as he participated in all of this sexual and crime against humanity until finally everything went blank and the lights came back on. There was a collective gasp followed by murmurs from the crowd, some of them pointing at Greyson. They all looked shocked as they stared at him

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

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.

Sasha slings a few choice words at me but I ignore them. I turn my attention back to Eira who has an expression of utter confusion painted on her face. “We know of the rogue attacks and Roxanne Harlow’s death. Is there anything else going on? She leans into the table, waiting for my response. “Since the Crimson Ball has begun, there have been obvious signs that someone is playing a game. I have brought evidence.” I looked at Margot, who pulled out the copies of the files she had tucked in her hands. As she passed them out, I gave a quick timeline of what had been happening.