The Crimson Lady Novels & Stories

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Routine didn’t wake you in the middle of the night with your heart racing and phantom echoes of dripping water in your ears. Her boots clicked softly against the polished tile as she crossed behind the reception desk, setting her bag down in the small cabinet beneath the counter. The lobby lights glowed warm and soft, reflecting off dark wood paneling and tall windows that looked out over the forested hills beyond. The hotel sat at the very edge of Crimson Hollow territory — close enough to pack land to feel familiar, far enough that she could pretend she wasn’t really part of it anymore. A deliberate choice.

Her eyes went wide with fear as soon as she recognized me and there was a flicker of something else. I pushed her roughly away from me and tried to remember she wasn't human when the force of the shove made her stumble and fall. I didn't hit girls -- she wasn't a girl. She was some ancient creature that had lived over a thousand years who actually had humans for breakfast. She stood slowly, flicking her hair that had tumbled all over her face off. ''Where I come from, it is wrong to hit a lady.'' That actually made me to laugh. '' You're not a lady Amelia Rhinehart, you're not even human. Is it okay to murder people in their sleep where you come from?'' I asked and she immediately dropped he

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

The elders were in position. Everything was ready. Everything except.. Them. Ryan and Crystal. There they were. Crystal emerged first, stepping into the ceremony like she was born for this moment. She was dressed in deep crimson, the silk catching the light, flowing around her like liquid fire. She was glowing,radiant, triumphant. And at her side.. Ryan. Dressed in dark ceremonial robes, the embroidered silver sigils of his lineage stark against the black fabric. A crown of iron and bone rested against his brow, a symbol of his place, his power, his duty.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

Crimson, still moving at superspeed, had then descended upon one creature that turned out to have been devouring the insides of one of the warehouse men. He struck it twice from the back then added one powerful blow that sent a bolt of lightning ripping apart the creature. Kristina was then on his side. The creatures were still quite a handful, their ferocious figures darkened in the night. “There’s too many of them!” Crimson said. “Yeah, no shit!” Kristina snapped back, twisting her dagger in her hand. Crimson was then thinking about getting both of them out of there when the sky boomed followed by a bright luminescence that turned out to be some kind of large mass of energy just a few feet

The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night. A large bonfire burned brightly, the flames dancing and licking the air as they hissed and roared. The altar was a large slab of red granite, candles flickering in the night air, a red clay sacrificial pot sat to the side. A large silver dagger gleamed in the candlelight, its white ivory handle carved with the head of a wolf howling at the moon. The bond that tethered Jackson to the Grey Steel Pack and Alpha Darius needed to be severed, the promise to die and Jackson rebirthed as the Beta of the Crimson Shadows. Drum steadying beating, the music i