Sleepless King Crimson Novels & Stories

"And the rats?" "Weed them out and burn them alive." I seethed before hanging up the phone. I despise disloyalty, especially under my reign. Not only is it distasteful, mannerless, and a hassle. It's not a good look for a Mafia King. It's dishonoring the Crimson Oath, a bond of brotherhood. Breaking the Crimson Oath is turning your back on your brothers. "Could this night get any worse?" "I see King has found himself a girl, but is she fit to be Queen?" That answers that question.

I growled, already sitting up, the girl squealing and grabbing for the sheets. “You lost your goddamn mind?” He didn’t blink. Didn’t apologize. Just said one name. “Dmitri Solokov is dead.” Silence crashed into the room like a bullet. I stared at him. “What?” “Dead. Gone. His compound's a crater. His body’s barely recognizable, but it’s him. Dental records confirmed.” The girl gasped. “Wait—the Dmitri? The king of—” “Get out,” I snapped. She blinked. “But I—”

He closes the door behind him gently and then he walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. Behind him, in the bedroom Blake unhurriedly opens his eyes, his red eyes glimmering in the darkness of the room. ***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence.

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”

I gazed into the mirror at the face staring back at me, far too young to look this haunted. The icy grip of the lake water still scorched my lungs, a chilling reminder of my past. My fingers brushed against my ghostly pale cheeks as my teeth chattered uncontrollably. God gave me a second chance at life, and I was dead set on turning Sebastian Vitale's world upside down. "Principessa," came a soft tap on the door, the voice of our head maid.

“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.”

Caspian The Crimson Cycle hits every Lycan male on the winter solstice. It is a biological curse. A fever in the blood that demands violence or a mate. Usually, I lock myself in the palace vaults and sweat it out. I suppress the beast. My twin brother, Octavian, always had a way of handling his cycle. He would line up willing females and spend a week destroying hotel rooms. But I am the King. I do not lose control like a common dog.

The dagger was already at my throat before I finished turning. Cassius moved like smoke and murder, the blade kissing the hollow beneath my jaw with the same tenderness he’d used to mark me as his mate only hours ago. His eyes were fully gold now, no trace of the man who had whispered forever against my skin. Only the Lycan King remained, ancient, ruthless, and awake. “Why,” he asked, voice soft as snowfall over a grave, “does the thing inside you reek of the Crimson Court?”

The rumours say his kind can hold their breath underwater for hours, but right now, he just looks thirsty for blood. James, the Green King, sits quietly across from me, his eyes tracking the room with a strange, clinical detachment. The healer. Next to him is Alex, the Purpur King, whose eyes track the dimmest corners of the room. He can see in pitch darkness and pull gems from the deep earth. Mikel, the Sun King, practically glows with a sickening, blistering energy. Then Athos, the Moon King, who refuses to even take human form, his massive lycan frame taking up three chairs, fur bristling.

" Cab you stop with this?" " What ? Cigarettes? These are not real cigarettes,i just like the way it tastes!" He laughed. The King shook his head while beckoning over at two me with his fingers.The men who were dressed in a black suit ,came over next to him,and vlycanned quickly,but only their face. "Follow them! " The King told Dylan. " Hold..hold..hold on..! Where? What is my mission?" "The Crimson Claws Pack brought some of their strongest wolves down in Helvettia..Some who followed this pack said that the Alpha has just give them some days off! I don't believe this! I'm sure that this is a conspiracy! "