Novel & Cerita Crimson Alchemist

A small pendant-like, but in a shape of a shard crystal manifest and afloat unto HIS palm. With the blood that came out of space, yet the soul of the forsaken souls who die protecting her and the root of her corrupted soul and very being now. It slowly forms into its ideal crystal, by which its distinct and prominent crimson blood hue whispers all alchemist desires. “Your very wish is granted.” Reaching her hand towards its direction, the crystal vanishes from HIS palm unto her hand. She draws a sinister smile, as HE reminded her and together with the name that it implies.

Wrath muttered, “Holy shit he’s hardcore.” And Allistair was now grinning like it was his birthday. Lilith raised an eyebrow, taken aback. Lucifer gestured sharply. “Explain. Now.” Kaelen sighed. Then, with the resignation of someone confessing to forgetting to take the chicken out of the freezer, he said: “I’m… an assassin, name's Crimson.” Tyrel spoke hearing this familiar name. "Oh the famous serial killer they were talking about. And my favorite one. Wow didn't think I'd met you in person."

It was a thousand voices speaking in unison, a chorus of the damned. ​On the cliff above, the Alchemist spread his arms wide, his blood-red robes billowing in a wind that only he seemed to feel. "He cannot hear you, Alpha. He was designed to be the apex. The King of the Blight. His heart was never his own to give; it was a vessel I grew in a glass jar."

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

I insert my letter into the slot on the gate and it automatically lifts upwards and I walk through, it closes back in my wake. A huge female clad in leather suit smiles at me. She is a shewolf, I can sense her. "Anna Fairchild, we have been expecting you." She spreads her hands wide in show of excitement before dropping them to her sides. "I'm Claudia, vice principal war and physical control, welcome to Mooncrust Academy; a school dedicated to training werewolves who posses Alpha and Beta blood. But I'm an omega.

She explained. “What do they want?” “The crystal and to torment our men. We don’t exactly have the best relationship with them. They’re conniving, power hungry, evil fools.” Arya walked back to the bar and topped up her glass. I took a sip of the vodka, to distract myself from the thoughts that were running through my mind. “Isn’t it weird they’re here now? Why didn’t Alaric deal with them wherever they were hiding?” She gave me an intense look. “Because we need them alive for questioning. The Crimson Witches have been into things even we didn’t expect.”

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”

Moonlight caught the faint crescent markings along her collarbone—no longer glowing, but ever-present, as if etched into her very being. “Tell me,” she said. This was what Maeve had meant. No walls. No half-truths. “The rogues weren’t acting alone,” I said. “Elaina was a piece, not the hand.” Krystal’s expression tightened. “Do you know who it is?” “Not yet. But the phrase they used—The Balance Must Break—it’s tied to an old faction. One that believes the Alpha-King system is flawed.” She frowned. “Flawed how?”

“By silencing you forever.” He gasps, his face turns purple due to lack of air. I scoff. In a heartbeat, his neck cracks and the next moment, he is lying lifeless on the floor. One leech out. I look at his lackeys, whose legs are rooted to the floor, looking at me like they have seen a ghost. Well, not a ghost, a vampire to be honest. Well, seeing the vampire crown prince is a one-time affair after all. I smirk, and the next moment, they join their leader, Alan, on the cold floor.

Alex said, with a sly grin that was a sign as clear as day that she wasn't lying, she was a crazy woman but we wouldn't have her any other way. "You're a Lil crazy, ain't ya?" "Crazy for you, but I swear on the graves of my ancestors, and those I fought to earn my title. Jacke, I will never lose you again, you were gifted to me on a silver platter and I would be a fool not to accept you. The good and the bad, through thick and through thin, now and forever. Can I make it more official? My little Luna," Alexis was shining through, her eyes glowing a vibrant Amber Gold color, she wasn't asking for permission at this point, she was asking if I was ready.