Thomas Sharpe Crimson Peak 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."

Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway of the suite. Her hair was wet from the rain outside. Her mascara had started to run. The phone in her hand, the phone with the photo of her and Marcus counting cash, was trembling like she was holding a live wire. "It is you," she whispered again. "You are supposed to be dead." Seraphina stood very still. Damien was between them. On his feet now, his whole body tense like he was about to intercept something coming fast.

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.

Alpha Zaid's soldiers dropped thier swords and fall on their knees. "Your majesty!" They all said at once. Crimson remaining soldiers screamed excitedly. Crimson was too tired and has sustained a lot of wounds and deep injuries, she could hardly opened her eyes. She tried to locate Pearl and when she saw her, she dragged Alpha Zaid's head and dragged herself on the ground till she reached her, she dropped the head on her feet. "I...I have kept my...my promise." Crimson shuttered and fell unconscious. "We did it!" Alexis jumped, she saw Shannon and hissed.

-------------------- Ist class: Phycology 2nd class: Time of Death 3rd class: Defence training (Do not attend until you are fully well) --Lunch-- Daily Training: Hospital -------------------- "Scarlett what is your first class?" he askes. "Psychology. What is yours?" "I have the same class" he paused then looked at me and said, "Well, that's good I can at least show you to your first class. Anyway let's go or we will be late," he said. We went to our first class but not before I quickly gulped my mocha hot chocolate. I truly needed caffeine right now to stay awake and to stay sane.

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

“I promised my brother to raise a beast, not a weakling. And if anyone is to be the case of my promise being broken, I shall have no second thoughts before ending their story for good.” The atmosphere emitted a feeling that left a shiver running down my spine. A fight breaking out, all because of this issue with me being the new Sohoe, was something that I was sure would leave some problems on my path. I couldn’t rely on Nate to protect me from them. I mean, he had been acting up, secretly plotting to take down Dominic, but yet never took a step out of fear. That was only Dominic. And from all the words spread so far, I could tell Marc was far more dangerous than Dominic.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Now, I crave it. I stood in my usual spot, overlooking the garden of Tencrest. Early as could be, but it was a bustling space for the Founding Ten this time of the year. Some ate breakfast outside, others were working on some sparring in the back of the property. I couldn’t make out who it was, but Sasha stood watch over them. There were many things I disliked about the Crimson Ball each year. My space was invaded and the nonstop meetings were exhausting, but seeing the liveliness of the home brought me joy. It was limited today, but I was proud of the visual proof that the Crimson Accord did work. Today, it was needed.