Who Are The Key Characters In Crimson Roses?

***This book contains strong language, explicit scenes, extremely detailed sex scenes. Proceed at your discretion*** Ellie loses her brother to ‘mysterious’ consequences and her life is turned upside down the second she learns of it. A man obsessed with control. A man consumed by the need to always win. A man with nothing left to lose. In the streets of Milan, they're known as The Black Rose but to Ellie, they're the thorns that will puncture the bubble that was once her normal life. Lorenzo, Noir and Silas will become Ellie's worst nightmare as well as her greatest desire. When they claim her as theirs to protect, theirs to own, she realizes that her old life is gone and that there's no such thing as normal when it comes to these men. Not when The Black Rose wants her. Not when they will burn the world down just to keep her by their sides. They will have her. And she will break them.

Amara Voss doesn’t just kill, she survives. Viktor Dragovic doesn’t just rule, he dominates. Neither of them gives a damn about love, but when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and the chaos gets personal. Her blade is sharp, his heart is ice, and together they’re a ticking time bomb.   But the past has a way of screwing things up. Blood-soaked secrets and betrayals refuse to stay buried, dragging them into a mess that could tear them apart. Yet every crimson kiss pulls them deeper into a passion they can’t escape, no matter how dangerous it gets.  

Anna Galanis, from the Lykos Pack, is the princess of Lykos Pack. She's declared as the heiress of the Lykos Pack because her early wolf awakening. Feels threatened by her power, her stepmother and half-brother then plot to make an agreement to the vampires to sacrifice the vampires from the Ustrel continent as soon as Anna's father died. When Anna has already resigned to her fate to be sacrificed to the vampires, the infamous Crimson Warrior offers to marry her. It turns out that the Crimson Warrior believes that Anna is the part of the prophecy that will stop the Everlasting Winter, which is prophesied by the Book of All Beliefs to All Beings. Now, they're going on a journey to stop the Everlasting Winter by visiting the 5 continents while they're trying to keep the balance of power between each creature. Can she do her task as the Crimson Warrior's bride? Or will she fall in love with the Crimson Warrior? What will she choose?

Meet Rose a fiery red head that wants to be seen as more than a household decoration. Based in the 1800’s, this story goes from ballgowns to spy’s, mystery voodoo dolls to delicious torture. Stay tuned for all the twists and turns this young maiden finds herself engaged in. If you like historical romance, a little steam, and a woman that finds her inner warrior… you will love this book.

Rozelyn found out she is a vampire when she turned eighteen. To make matters worse, her stepmom is secretly a vampire as well and Cyrill, her stepmom's adoptive son, is a werewolf behind the shadows. As she live the life of being a vampire, several people had come for her—including the infamous Blood Mistress, a witch who hunts vampires and werewolves. Rozelyn become more fascinated with the vampire life, especially when she found out that sex plays a huge role in a vampire's everyday living and it acts like blood: once they tasted it, they will crave for it even more. Will Rozelyn be able to voice out her secret love to Cyrill without risking the familial relationship they have built for years? Or will she watch her loved ones perish due to her identity as the most powerful vampire to ever live? Amidst all these, only one thing is certain: Blood is thicker than water—either literally or figuratively.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.