Crimson Cross Novels & Stories

The word slammed into me again, the same word Sydney had spat at me like an insult I wasn't meant to understand. "What is a Crimson wolf?" The question tore out of me, desperate, hungry for an answer I'd been denied my entire life. "Crimson wolves are omegas — easy to underestimate, easy to overlook at a glance. But their minds move faster and sharper than any other bloodline that's ever existed. That gift made them hunted." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They were the rarest bloodline the Makasi Moon Pack ever produced." So I wasn't sick. I wasn't cursed. I was the last surviving thread of something ancient and rare.

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

' Josh slowly gulped, internally cursing Garrix for not being specific when it came to his visions about this. This was not just the raging instincts of a newborn Omega Vampire, but the mad powers of the Crimson Bride going haywire. An elemental Vampire Mythic that was said to have blood so elusive, and powers even more devastating that could level mountain ranges to molehills. That's an even match - or probably greater compared to the all-powerful Vampire King.

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

She looks radiant. I didn’t realise, but my eyes felt warm. “That’s the reaction I was expecting!” Amara gleams, covering her mouth. “Wipe your tears, or you will look like a potato beside my sister, brother-in-law.” Julia passes a tissue to me. That’s when I realise I am crying. I quickly dab the tissue over my eyes, carefully not to mess my own makeup. As she comes to the altar, it feels like everything blurs with the background. Only she and I matter. We are the only people standing here. I offer my trembling hand to her. She smiles and takes my hand. My fingers immediately wrap around hers.

Somewhere in the middle of the spine-chilling darkness, the heavy scent of blood curdled in the air. The surroundings were dyed in red. Old and new puddles of blood were forming everywhere. Looking at it One could undoubtedly imagine what had transpired not long ago. Corpses were scattered everywhere. Bloodied limbs and stumps were littered across the areas, and In the midst of this nightmare someone seemed to still be breathing, although faintly.

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

Alpha Jermain’s face tightened as he finally began his dark rituals. He positioned a small table, already laden with all the necessary items, directly before Lilias. Swiftly, he took a ceremonial blade and made a precise cut across the palm of Lilias’s hand. A gasp escaped the woman, more from shock than pain, as bright red blood welled up and slowly began to drip into an ancient goblet he held beneath. The Alpha watched intently as the crimson droplets fell, his eyes bulging triumphantly.

He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror. And she learned of the Crimson Zone, a place of darkness and despair, a prison built not of stone, but of blood and magic. She learned of its origins, its purpose, its secrets. The Crimson Zone was a place of torment, a hell on earth, a prison designed to contain the most dangerous and powerful vampires in the world. It was a place where hope was extinguished, where souls were lost, where the darkness reigned supreme.

Kaspar was not praying to the Moon Goddess or preparing bandages for the burn victims outside in the cold rain. He was speaking in hushed and urgent tones to a tall figure standing just outside the ring of candlelight. The stranger wore a heavy dark cloak that pooled on the marble floor and concealed every single detail of their face. The deep crimson fabric of the cloak looked almost black in the dim light but the distinctive silver clasp at the neck caught the candle's glow. It was the undeniable mark of the Crimson Eclipse. The horrible realization hit me and proved the conspiracy ran so much deeper than I ever knew before I died.