Crimson Alchemist Novels & Stories

Her hair was a river of shadows — black with hints of violet and wine - red gloss, curling like dark lava alive with promise and warning. She created chaos and destruction in the mortal world like a shadow slipping through cracks — silent, unseen until everything shattered around her. She whispered promises to greedy hearts, her beauty a weapon sharper than any blade. Mortals fell for it every time. Their eyes locked onto her like moths to a flame, drawn by the impossible allure of her face — too perfect, too captivating to be real. They didn't see the poison beneath the skin, didn't sense the hunger twisting in her smile.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

Neera stood in her balcony, the skyline behind her glowing gold and steel. The letter burned quickly in the fireproof dish she kept for other purposes — evidence disposal, mostly. She watched it curl and blacken until nothing but ash remained. Kieran Renzaro’s offer — his arrogant, polished, impossible offer — was reduced to smoke. And she didn’t flinch. She wouldn’t play his game. Wouldn’t be someone’s pawn, no matter how shiny the paycheck or how seductive the power behind it. She wasn’t for sale.

I was done. When I didn’t answer, he assumed I was sulking, like always. “Alright, to make it up to you, I’ll find a ‘Crimson Heart’ for you, even if I have to scour the black market. For our next ceremony, I’ll put it on you myself.” The air was dead silent for three seconds. A wave of nausea, a hundred times worse than the silver poison, churned in my stomach. A Crimson Heart? That cheap, alchemized trinket that reeked of crude blood?

I hold the box out for everyone to get a good look. “I’m with Him on this,” Crimson points to Mathias, “King Crimson, can you sense magic?” The worried voice of Althea joins the conversation. “I can. It’s been touched by old magic. Like, really old magic… I only it’s strong,” Althea asks Crimson another question, “Does it feel, wrong?” “If you’re asking if it’s good magic or bad magic, I have no idea. I just know you don’t mess with magic like that. Period.” Crimson crosses his arms, and the stern look on his face says; ‘he’s not budging’.

“He wants to use a packs weakness against them to make money.” “Fuck!” I finally understood what Alpha Krimson was doing and even though it wasn’t a crime…what Cam said was one hundred percent true. No wonder he was a hardcore businessman. Krimson knew just how much this antidote would mean to families who had lost their loved ones to the curse and he wasn’t ashamed to use their weakness against them.

I watched in mute horror as he approached the window, the necklace's gem clenched tightly in his grasp. With a flick of his wrist, Cyrus cast the gem into the sunlight, its facets catching the light and casting prismatic rainbow rays across the room. My eyes widened in astonishment as the light danced and swirled, converging upon the vial containing the potion. A gasp escaped my lips as the potion's color shifted, transforming from a serene blue to a malevolent shade of crimson. Fear clenched at my heart as I struggled to comprehend the dark alchemy unfolding before my eyes.

"You won't keep a single drop of my blood." I walked over to the cabinet where I kept the illegal alchemical tinctures. My fingers, slick with blood, fumbled with the glass vials. I found the one I was looking for—the "Cleansing Draught." It wasn't meant to kill a wolf, but it was designed to "reset" a lineage, to strip a female of any "tainted" connection. If I could lure them to the altar... if I could get close enough to Darlene...

Magic. The crimson fluid in the bottle began to move, making its way out of the bottle, while Krys' hands danced skillfully in the air, as her chanting grew fiercer and sharper, holding much intensity and vigor. The crimson fluid in the air began to grow a bright shade of red as my sister kept on chanting. In an instant, the red light engulfed the crimson fluid and burned brighter. In an instant, it exploded in the air, turning into tiny specks of red dust.

I wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a chaste kiss before laying my forehead upon hers with a gentle hum. “Alpha Demetri Black is the head alpha of Crimson Dawn. Jamie called me a handful of times when Cole’s PTSD was triggered and Alpha Black needed a gentle way to bring him back. Jamie just found a package Alpha Black gave him that he didn’t expect to find addressed to me. A smartphone and a letter were found inside.” I break my hold on my mate and walk back to the table picking up the letter. I hand it to her and wait for her to finish reading. “All of us?”