Crimson Alchemist Novels & Stories

“So, I made myself a name! Christine, the Sorcerer of the West. It has a nice ring to it and it does sound youthful too!” Everyone thought that Christine was not scary at all. She was nice and very fun. Well, at least she broke the witch stereotype. “Now let’s discuss why you’re here.” Suddenly, the room became serious. The lively energy was gone as Christine’s face went serious. “Why are we here?” Azrael asked to lessen the tension “Azrael, you are here to stop Brody.” And in a single breathe, Christine showed them the visual of the Crimson Crest Pack.

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

“However the Crimson Orders actual goal is much more dangerous and far older. Actually it wasnt founded in the 1980s. We emerged from the shadows and started to make an impact on the contemporary world at that very moment. The Order was actually established centuries ago by a group of mystics and alchemists who figured out how to access something primordial. . . “ I blinked. I had the impression that my brain was a tangled knot. “Primordial? What are you talking about?” With his free hand, Sloan made a hazy gesture toward the walls and the quiet people. “The symbols on the floor and the carvings on these walls are the Old Worlds language…the previous world. The Orders founders who were alche

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Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby. "A gift," Alexander rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with unshielded possessiveness. "To match the crown you're taking back tonight." He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside. The cool touch of the black diamonds rested against her warm collarbone before he fastened the clasp. His lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a intoxicating spark coursing straight down her spine. "Let's go buy what's yours, Victoria," Alexander murmured near her ear

Alexis waited like forever to hear what crimson have for her because she knows what her smirk is saying. "Well, I just ordered for a fertilizer farm to open where animals will be rear there, and whenever they defecate, it is your duty Alexis to store the shits for us and since you are so brave to take over the pack, I'm sure you don't need anyone's help In storing the shits for us." Crimson exclaimed and smirked, her eyes fixed on Alexis, Alexis looked like she will explode.

Crystal asked worriedly. "Who said it isn't? You're carrying my pups, pups of the Alpha king and as long as you are carrying my pups, the alpha book will take you as Alpha blood." Ramos said, while left Crystal shocked as she also realised that he was right! There was alpha blood inside her, and this is why the Alpha book had turned red!

He never seems go judge, he's just present. "Lucian and I are completely opposites. That's probably why we're acting like a cat and dog." "Like cats and dogs? Really?" He looks at me from the side. "And yet, I thought I felt a certain alchemy between you. And for that too, I have a sixth sense." Great. I'm probably bright red now. "Well, In this case, it's explosive alchemy!" "Maybe." I'm stung. "Nothing like that, I don't think so. We detest each other. That's all, alchemy or not, Draven was very clear. I have to stay away from Lucian."

A hush fell as the Alpha raised his cup. “To the Blood Moon,” he intoned. “To the gift of the Shift.” The pack raised their cups in unison. Voices lifted in a chorus of reverence and then... A second voice split the night. “The cursed daughter will either crown or bury you all.” The words were ragged and eerie and were seeping into every corner of the clearing. A figure stepped from the tree line, crimson robes dragging against the earth, while her blind eyes were glowing faintly white. The Crimson Seer. Gasps rippled through the pack. Some wolves dropped their cups, while others shifted uneasily. No one had invited her. Her pale, sightless gaze locked on me as my skin crawled immediately.