Chrono Crusade Novels & Stories

“Release my son, Patroclus Mooncrate. Since you can write, I will only break your left arm and spare your right arm. Follow me in the future, and I will teach you how to write.” “Uh—” Alex said, “I’m afraid I’m powerless about that! In fact, Patroclus and I aren’t enemies! We are friends! When Patroclus heard that the Undying Clan would invade the border again soon, he took the lead and requested to defend the border. He has already departed by now, and I have no way to go after him.” Mooncrate’s expression changed. “He went to defend against the Undying Clan? Where is he? Take me there!”

Tha- He-' His mind was almost refusing to register what was in front of him. Braum slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Christopher his hand shaking, and mouth agap. Everyone followed his finger and jaws dropped. On Christopher's chest was a large tattoo of a Wolfs head with blood dripping from it's fangs. It was The crest of The Black Guard.

I looked at Thorne, then at the gold-eyed wolves. "Let them come," I whispered, though I knew the cost. I looked at my hand. The crimson scar was glowing with a steady, peaceful light. The Crusade of the South had truly begun. And the Sanguine Empress had just claimed her first cathedral.

Deamus ordered another round for his commanders before continuing the story. "All of this happened millennia ago so most of it is lost to history. There are many stories, all different in a way but this they all have in common. The Emperor united the warring nations of Holy Terra under one flag before setting out to unite the colonies amongst the stars: The Great Crusade. During this crusade his oldest son, the Arch Heretic Horus, turned against him. Horus had a great lust for power and was jealous of his father's power. This caused a Civil War, splitting the empire in two. The war waged for decades, almost destroying the Imperium as a whole. During his final confrontation The Emperor fought

I shake my head again as I go silent. “Thank you. I understand better why Demetri and Xavier have taken steps to make your request to return so seriously so quickly. The current state of the council makes things move at a snail's pace and time is not on your side. You asked about information on operation underground. I believe your now secondary plan for returning to Crimson Dawn is reliant on it.” I nod my head but again stay silent. “As I said, I can’t get into details on how it works as that’s not something anyone knows until they are actively in it but I can give you history on how it got started.”

“Always. Together.” The world outside had begun to heal, but inside, we had forged a legacy that no curse, no shadow, no darkness could ever undo. The Crescent Flame had risen, and with it, the promise of a future built on love, not war. The hall, once echoing with the roar of battle, was now filled with the soft murmur of awe and reverence. Bloodhound and Moonshine warriors alike knelt, heads bowed, as the Crescent Flame emblem glowed above us, casting silver and gold light across the chamber. It was more than a symbol; it was a promise, a covenant born of sacrifice, survival, and love.

And when the god of destruction understood that he could win this war simply by holding out, his mind became content with doing nothing. “I assume that you have a plan. You didn’t simply boast that you were going to kill a god today because you were facing a beautiful naked woman now, were you?” Cronos was the closest spectator of the entire battle. And as it dragged on, he began to worry about what exactly the Supreme had in mind. What was the young boy thinking? “I…use…Chaos” Mane replied. “What do you mean by that?” Cronos wondered. The words of the young Supreme were too vague.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Why does Uncle Marc want to make things worse for me? “But how do you plan on stopping the ceremony? From what I’ve heard, Uncle Marc has carried out the initiation and named her the Sohoe. This ceremony is just to finalize things, and the other members of the De Santos family are on their way with some guests. So, how, Adrian? Is there really a way to stop this from taking place?” Elena inquired, only for her voice to catch in her throat as she coughed. I helped her sit on the bed, taking a glass and filling it with water from a jar before handing it to her. She drank the cup of water and sighed.

So I kept quiet for now. Today was D-Day. I would like to call it operation cupid. Since I couldn’t plan things myself, I had roped Gavin into helping me get the cruise ready. He’d grumbled and complained, naturally, but who cares if he’s sulking. I need all the help I can and who else can I ask if not him. “Logan, are you absolutely sure about this? This is my private cruise you know. Not some… some love shack for that friend of yours.” Gavin’s grumbled when I had called him that morning to make sure things were set.