Novel & Cerita Sleepless King Crimson

"We need all the teams on the field right now. Since some of your team members are already on the mission, I decided not to look elsewhere for the remaining kings" "Splendid." "You will travel to vampire kingdom tomorrow" "No. I won't"

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

Inside I am demanding answers, but I didn't want to outwardly present as suspicious so I did my best attempt at submission. ​“I’ve read almost everyone’s file that is here for this Crimson Ball. As King, I have unlimited access to the archives. But yes, before our marriage was voted on, I read it. Because you share the same DNA and are similar, we were matched after her death,” his eyes shut upon hearing himself admit this.

Thick forests concealed the entrance, while towering cliffs hid vast caverns carved into a kingdom of black stone. Unlike Zelios, there were no electric floodlights or military discipline. The Crimson Court embraced darkness. Hundreds of crimson lanterns burned with a steady glow, casting warm red light across polished obsidian floors. Ancient pillars disappeared into the cavern ceiling, their surfaces etched with symbols older than recorded history. Silence ruled here. Not because the inhabitants feared speaking. But because every word spoken in the Court carried weight. At its center rose a circular throne carved from a single slab of black stone.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

My body hurts all over, especially between my legs, but the biggest pain is the memory of yesterday night. I close my eyes and still see blood on snow and bodies dropping on silent screens. I can still feel Nikolai’s hands, his mouth and his ownership. A soft knock landed on the door and it opens just enough for a tray to slide inside. Is this what they call breakfast in bed or is it breakfast pushed inside. Whatever. It consists of hot croissants, red jam, a jug of tea and one bright red rose in a small glass. I really do not understand what the rose is doing there so I expected someone to walk in and explain but no maid appears.

I had a knot of dread grow in my stomach. “Two weeks Kaeleigh,” he grabbed my chin hard. “You have two weeks to willingly give up what is mine, and if you don’t, I will take it, anyway. I will mark you and I will claim my rightful place as King.” his voice started to get low again “and the first thing I will do is to take my warriors and wipe out that sorry excuse for a pack that your mutt is leader of.” I gasped in horror. “You can’t do that!” I knew that Dark Moon wouldn’t stand a chance against Crimson Shadow, not if they attacked with force.

From the darkness beneath the far arches, Alpha King Dominic stepped into the light. He was completely unrecognizable. His dark silk shirt was torn to ribbons, exposing a powerful chest where veins burned an unnatural, smoky black against his heated skin. His jaw was locked in a fierce, unhinged mask, and his eyes glowed a lethal, demonic crimson. He was a madman operating on pure bloodlust. He moved with supernatural, terrifying speed. Before I could even run, his feverishly hot hand locked around my throat, lifting me entirely off my feet and slamming me hard against a stone pillar.

Monica accepted the velvet box and replied, "The Crimson Rock pack has always valued trust and loyalty, and Alpha male is the eldest son of Lycan King. He will certainly not break off the engagement over a few disrespectful words. Father, there is no need to worry. Since I was young, I have been nurtured and raised by you, and within the Blue Moon pack, I am greatly respected and revered. I will not fail the mission entrusted to me: to form a bond with the Crimson Rock pack and exchange it for a stable and peaceful life for our clan." Lycan King nodded in satisfaction. Hearing the reassuring words from his beloved daughter, he felt somewhat relieved, temporarily forgetting about the constant

I squinted through my blurred vision, my breath catching as my eyes locked onto a pair of piercing, brilliant crimson eyes glowing in the dark, framed by the collar of a heavy leather coat. A gasp escaped my lips. Lycan Cassian. The legendary Midnight King. I trembled, a new wave of terror washing over me as the myth stood directly over my broken body. He was the end of all things. But as he lower the gun and knelt in the mud beside me, his expression wasn't cruel.