The Crimson King Novels & Stories

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

He had been one of the most wanted serial killers in history, which alone was a significant title, judging by the lengths he had gone. "I need the image fast, Malcolm. I need to find whoever had done this..." I said as Malcolm nodded, sketching the man's image further. I sat down as some minutes passed by, with my eyes glancing around the paintings, knowing they were made with the victims' blood and were still the bestsellers on the market, with the buyers craving such paintings. "I'm done." A voice jolted me back as I watched Malcolm approach my side. "He seems really great for my taste, but it's sad that i can't have him, or can I, Dominic?" Malcolm questioned. But this man, whoever he was

"Good evening, ladies, gents, Princesses, Princes, and Assassins. The moment of truth is here. The Crimson Clan has finally arrived, bringing along some exceptional guests. One might even say our future Queen is among the mix." I was devastated hearing this. "I'm sure grandfather will have a mouth fool to say about this." Everyone went silent and focused on the giant golden doors at the top of the staircase. On both sides of the doors stood guards waiting for further instructions. Olivia stood beside me, "I wonder who the special guests are?" "Elders, Princess, Princes, and Assassins, please pay respect to Crimson Clan and Guests." The doors opened, and there he was, the Mafia King looking p

I noticed my father wanted an answer, so I nodded. ‘’ Percy King the Alpha you were working with is a vampire Slayer, he planned to kill me. We wouldn’t even have found out anything about this until it was too late – if the ninety-seven hadn’t –‘’ ‘’The ninety-seven?’’ I asked surprised. I had heard about them but dismissed the stories as mere fiction.

“And this one’s older than the trees.” My heart was pounding. It felt like I was falling down a tunnel with no bottom. “So what? I’m supposed to believe I’m cursed now? That some psychotic wolf guy wants to kill me because of my last name?” Kael didn’t flinch. “Because of your blood. You’re Crimson-born. And that means something in this world.” I shook my head. “No. No, this isn’t real. None of this is. That thing I saw in my dream—”

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.”

Bruce nodded in confirmation, and I tightly held Caroline's hand as we made our way towards The HellGuard pack. When we arrived, we saw the witches trembling in agony while Marcus and his men stood over them, as if they owned the very ground they stood on. Fueled by anger, I approached them with determination. "What is all this ruckus about?" I demanded, my gaze intense. Marcus smirked in response, but his smile meant nothing to me.

King asks calmly, a wicked gleam in his eyes that shows just how much he's enjoying this. The guy's a blubbering mess, but the truth starts spilling out. "The plan was to find out what businesses you're involved in. That's it, that's all Bones wanted." Bones wanted our clientele list? What for? "Why?" King snarls. I don't-" he starts to say. King tips the chair, threatening to torture him again. And this time, it would be longer. "H-He wants to take out the Crimson Reapers!" the spy blurts out.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a second envelope. Red this time. She stared at it. “Take the job. One year. Your brother walks.” Her breath caught. He placed the envelope on the desk between them. “You know where to find me.” And then he left. No guards. No chaos. Just calm. Too calm. Neera stared at the red envelope, hands shaking. One year. Her brother’s freedom. A devil’s bargain. Her reflection in the glass window behind her looked like a stranger. No one’s for sale.

When everyone boarded the car, Jason sat next to Simon, realizing that he was now not only a voter, but also a personal manager for this potential supermodel. Six models met to shoot a commercial for an online game about angels and devils, with a narrative based on dragons and fairy tales. According to speculations, “The Angel King” is financed by Clare Fashion Company, and this is a Chinese-style online game that reaches the worldwide market, properly constructed, taking only the products they play into consideration. It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it.