The Crimson And The White Novels & Stories

The dress was a declaration of war. ​It wasn't white. Kaelen had been specific about that. “We are wolves, Elara. We don’t pretend to be innocent. We wear the color of blood.” ​I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror of the bridal suite. The silk was a deep, crimson red, clinging to my curves like a second skin. It had a slit that went dangerously high up my thigh and a neckline that plunged low enough to make my heart race. It was elegant, expensive, and utterly scandalous.

All the cold hatred and icy waters of my previous life seemed a world away then. My family was safe, my love was right there with me, and the heat from his hand was all I needed to fend off the world's chill. The snowflakes gently laid a white shroud over the earth, hiding every harsh memory. Beneath this snowy veil, my new life was blossoming, warm, real, and full of promise. Outside, the snow fell silently. Inside, the promise of spring was already taking root, quiet but alive.

I left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

I knew now Amelia had to be telling the truth, there was some obvious power tousle going on in vampire realm between the cultured vampire royalty and these vampires. There was something about the Vampires that had me in their car, that was so uncultured. Their every move spelled rebellion. LA was a shitty place to be when Christopher Rhinehart rulled, I wondered how it would be with this vampires that didn’t even care the least about discretion and what had the one with a gun said? They were soon going to be all over the country.

he replied. The rest of the engagement party passed in a blur of congratulations and toasts. Crimson played his part perfectly—the devoted fiancé. But his mind kept drifting back to that fleeting glimpse of blonde hair disappearing through the doorway. And a question popped into his head: Did he truly make the right choice? — The clock struck midnight when Crimson finally made it home. He loosened his bow tie and sank onto the couch in his room, nursing a glass of vintage wine. He hadn't been sitting there long when a gentle knock sounded on the door.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

• “You love Crimson, that was not part of the deal.” Alexis asked annoyed. “It was just a word of mouth.” Alpha Zaid answered. “Better.” Alexis replied. * The next day. Crimson was excited to try her new horse, it’s awhite female horse that look so beautiful. Alpha Zaid met her at the field. “Seems like you didn’t miss your training today.” Alpha Zaid said. “Yeah, I didn’t.” Crimson replied.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”