In the shadow-shrouded timber town of Shelton, where disappearances go uninvestigated and locals warn against venturing out after dark, a woman on the run discovers that some predators have teeth far sharper than those belonging to the monster she fled. Desperate and wounded, Amelia Reynolds arrives under the cover of rain, hoping to vanish among the towering pines. But something in her blood calls to the pale strangers whose eyes reflect crimson in the night, a heritage she never knew existed, awakening now in startling ways as bruises fade too quickly and whispers carry to her from impossible distances. When a mysterious, handsome stranger with secrets of his own offers protection from those who hunt her, Amelia finds herself caught in a centuries-old web of power, bloodlines, and vengeance. The town's founding families harbour ancient grudges, and at the centre lies a forgotten magic that flows through Amelia's veins, magic that could tip the balance in an invisible war or mark her for destruction. As she navigates between human allies bearing crescent scars and immortal enemies who desire the power surging beneath her skin, Amelia must unravel the truth about her unique blood before it becomes her undoing. For in Shelton, where the boundary between predator and prey shifts like mist among ancient trees, survival requires more than escape, it demands transformation. A visceral first-person journey of empowerment and discovery, "The Crimson Chronicles: Blood and Shelter" charts Amelia's metamorphosis from prey to power. This unflinching tale reveals how embracing what makes us different can forge strength from vulnerability, transforming those once hunted into forces to be reckoned with. [Original story inspired by The Vampire Diaries and Twilight]

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.