The Crimson And The White Novels & Stories

Even Crimson, who once was on his side, doesn’t believe anything coming from his mouth. Crimson is just as upset and pissed as I am. When I first started thinking about running, she was against it. Now, she’s all four it, which is why we are working hard to build up our strength, so we transform. Then we have to work on speed and insurance because I have no idea how long we will need to run for before we find somewhere safe.

Alice grinned at them, her cheeks stained with red. Her dress for the ceremony was a mix of red and white. There’s something about red that simply suits her and white is the color of Snow Mountain. It was a simple celebration to make her title official. Conrad was with him every step of the way. He greeted the pack and gave a speech about her in front of everyone. It was endearing and everyone can see how much he truly loves her. With the way she’s keeping her eyes on him, her own feelings couldn’t be more obvious.

Since then, her heart belonged only to him. From her story, I sensed the desperation of many omegas to have Alpha Caleb. It felt like a competition. I knew Alpha Caleb was good in bed, but I couldn't be with a man who slept casually with so many women. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I was an Alpha’s daughter. Instead, I told her I was just an omega from the Crimson Pack. She said she knew the Crimson Pack well because her late mother had also served there as an omega. One morning, I overslept because I had worked all through the night.

a voice on the other side of the line said. “Morning Eva, what can I do for you?” She asked looking at Eugene who looked at her surprised that her assistant called her. “Concerning the records of the mafia ma'am, it turns out that any records that have to do with Crimson Red were wiped out. It only stated here that the Don of crimson red died and handed it over to his son who was not interested, so he left. So as of now, there are no records of Crimson Red ever performing. And records also have it that there is only one Mafia ring which is the one with Andrew Richardson. That is everything as far as we know.” Eva said on the phone.

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.

There a a small hint of roses and sugar cookies that lingered from when her grandmother had last baked cookies in the house. They had not been at the funeral and she figured that they were out of the country when it all happened. According to her uncle they would be gone for a couple more months as they had business to attend to. She followed her brother and uncle up the stairs and waited as he showed Ryder his room. It was a basic room with lots of shades of blue and grays, though it was bigger than the one that he'd left behind. The bed was a canopy bed, but had blue crushed velvet instead of the normal red that you see in the old movies.

"Prepare for your new prison, slave." The back door opened, and the witches jumped off the car, making way for four bulky men who lifted the cage with me in it and then carried it out. The rising sun blinded me, and I had to cover my eyes from the light, but as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, my heart stopped. Blood. The ground was painted in a raw-red color that sometimes blended with strokes of dark ashes and black charcoal. Dead bodies of young and old wolves gutted, cut, and ripped to pieces covered every inch of the ground. The four men who carried my cage walked, stomping on the torn flesh of their enemies—the wolves of Crimson Mountain Pack.

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

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.

Her fingers traced the deep crimson silk with something like reverence, and I found myself holding my breath as she examined details I'd spent hours perfecting with the seamstress. "It's beautiful," she said quietly, lifting the dress to catch the light. "But crimson... that's significant, isn't it? In your world, colors mean things." Your world. As if she still saw herself as separate from it, a visitor rather than someone who might choose to stay. But the fact that she understood the symbolic weight of what I was offering sent hope racing through my veins. "Crimson is the pack's color," I admitted, my voice rougher than intended. "It represents... belonging. Family. Those who are claimed a