The Crimson King Novels & Stories

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—”

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.

Delta Jonathan Jenkins, It has been a true pleasure working with your son, Jamie, during his visit to Crimson Dawn and I look forward to welcoming him again along with the rest of his family. Enclosed is a smartphone that I would like you to keep on you at all times. Charge it nightly and enjoy any free games you wish to d******d. I am the only one here with the number but I don’t mind you sharing with your family. Talk and texts are unlimited and I will keep it active until it is no longer needed. Please send a text when you receive this phone as I know Jamie is not aware of this package being in his bags and may not find it immediately upon returning home. Please don’t hesitate to contact

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.

And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled. She should’ve expected this. She’d burned the offer. Now he’d returned the favor — with fire of his own. Her office door creaked. It was Amy. “Attorney? There’s someone here to see you.” “I’m not taking meetings today.” “I think you’ll want this one.” Neera sighed. “Who is it?” Amy hesitated. Then she said, “He said his name is… K.R.” Every muscle in her body went still. She turned.