Crimson Alchemist Novels & Stories

A crimson sun pierced by twin fangs. “The prophecy,” Varek whispered. “It speaks of a Crimson-born. Of a bloodline marked by the gods. A girl who will open the gates sealed by her ancestors. And in doing so, will bring the balance the supernatural world craves.” “Balance?” Fenrak muttered. “You mean chaos.” Varek chuckled. “The only chaos here is the rule Kael and his kind uphold. Alpha hierarchies. Territories. Submission. You think that’s order?”

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

Caelum froze, his breath catching in his throat, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. Standing before him was indeed Vane Vance. But his broad, once-noble face was horribly pale, marred by thick, black-silver veins that throbbed with toxic liquid light. His amber eyes were glazed over, entirely devoid of life, replaced by two burning red void runes etched directly into his pupils. In the center of Vane’s chest, exposed through his cracked chest-plate, a glowing, unstable crimson core pulsed rapidly—a dark alchemy bomb powered by pure corrupted mana. "C... Caelum..." a weak, rasping whisper suddenly escaped Vane’s blackened lips—a tiny, heartbreaking sliver of his true soul breaking t

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.

Is the Mooncrest Academy Administration House really that big of a deal? Miles away, inside the subterranean research caverns of Silverpine City, a rogue potion-smith named Hollis Crane wipes sweat from his forehead after an all-night chemical burn. His comm-rune buzzes on the stone workbench, displaying the contact name The Alchemist. He blinks his groggy eyes, snapping to full alertness when he reads the text. The Academy Administration House? He knew it as a cluster of old, territorial wolves who spent their days managing pack borders and collecting tuition fees from elite bloodlines.

They had a deal with the Alphas. "What is the deal?" I asked. "Ana's father, Dylan, is a psychic who can read anyone's past, and Caroline's father, Gordon, is well-versed in rare herbs and can cure rare illnesses. Alpha Xavier wants to learn the past and also cure their mother. Although Gordon and Dylan are wealthy and don't need money, they agreed to engage their daughters with the Alphas, knowing that the Blackmoon Alpha has a curse that makes it hard for them to find a mate," Daisy explained as she poured the coffee into the mugs and placed them on the small trays.

I could tell they were the makeup artists Aunt Malisa had mentioned, as they entered my room and set several sleek cases beside me. With a soft click, they opened one case, revealing rows of shimmering eyeshadows, blushes in warm and cool tones, and lipstick tubes in shades ranging from soft pinks to daring reds. Brushes of all shapes and sizes lay nestled in their compartments, each one looking as if it could transform someone with a single stroke.

She returned to her chair and began to read, her voice filling the cabin with the echoes of the past. “Long ago, in a land shrouded in mist and magic, there lived a brilliant alchemist named Elias Thorne. He was obsessed with the concept of duality, with the idea that every soul has a twin, a mirror image, a perfect complement. He believed that by harnessing the power of duality, he could unlock the secrets of the universe and achieve immortality.”

I pick it up and run my fingers over the hard moon sigil pressed on the cover. “Interesting...” I mutter, opening to the first page. It simply lists: Goddess, Lycans, Witches, Bloodlines, and Hybrids. My pulse quickens. I flip through the pages, ignoring the ones that have been torn out clean. The writing is cramped and old-fashioned, talking about cursed beings. “The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.”

"As everyone is aware, tonight is the annual Sacrifice and as per tradition, it is uncommon for the chosen pack to be aware of their position until the moon has risen in the night sky." Waverly peered around at the others at the meeting, trying to gauge their response. Her father kept his gaze on the audience before him, his voice deep and sturdy as he spoke. "Each year, a pack is chosen to supply a woman as a gift to the Crimson Wolf. If she is his true mate, she becomes his Luna, and the pack that she is a part of is tied to the Crimson Shadow and protected from all harm." He took a breath and looked to his wife and each of his children standing in the crowd before speaking again. "This ye