Crimson Dawn Novels & Stories

“And so I went on my way, totally blowing him off, only to turn the corner a block later and, bam, there was his new art, with the paint still wet.” “Yikes. That doesn’t sound safe at all,” Kaitlynn surmised, her voice uncertain. “He didn’t keep following you, did he?” “How can you be sure the guy you ran into was actually Black Crimson, though?” Isobel asked. “Because,” I sputtered incredulously, unable to believe no one was as excited about this as I was. “I saw black, red, and white paint smeared on his hand and face! That’s why! Do you know what this means?”

The rooftop bar glistened like a glass jewel above the city, suspended between the fog of power and the sky of illusion. Neera stepped out of the elevator into cold air that tasted of tobacco and expensive whiskey, the combination that she once hated but later on learned to just ignore. Her heels clicked against the marble, an unspoken declaration of war in a world of velvet threats. Kieran Renzaro was already there, seated in a booth that overlooked the skyline. A low amber light bathed his features in gold, but the rest of him remained in shadow—calm, composed, unreadable.

1 – The Crimson Morning At dawn, Garden City looked like a battlefield painted by angels who had lost faith. A red haze hung over the skyline; black plumes curled from the industrial belts where fuel depots burned. Sirens didn’t stop anymore — they blended into the city’s pulse like a heartbeat gone mad. Kane Veylor had unleashed the full weight of his empire. Convoys thundered through boulevards. Public screens once showing news now flickered with the words “CIVIL ORDER MANDATE.”

**Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour. The Court rides with me. Seras sunrise-nukes the skull swarm. Lucian dragonfire melts the bone constructs. Kayo’s tails guillotine the lesser lords. Rowan erases timelines with a word. Nerida eats the void leaks. Remy and I tandem the boss. I **Crimson Forge** blood armor around us. He coyote-gold claws the echo’s face. I speak Line 777—contract void. The echo screams. I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**.

With a single claw, he traced the delicate pulse on my neck, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed his claw harder, hurting me, drawing blood. For some reason, I wanted to cry. I wanted to run from him, and yet I wanted to run to him, to bury myself in his embrace, to acknowledge the power he had over me, and yet trust him not to use it against me. I heard a pathetic whimper escape my lips as tears blurred my vision. Did he plan to kill me out here under the full moon? To make me bleed to death as vengeance for all the people killed by my kind?

He muttered and went to catch him. Amaris took his black silk coat and jumped off the cliff. He whistled shrill to call his crow. Just a few feet before he hits the ground, his giant crow caught him behind his feet. Amaris rode properly and they flew above the sunlit shadows. The golden sun rays gleamed through the thick clouds. The magnificent view of the morning sun gives Amaris a positive determination to see Nemiah no matter what. He has been hearing Nemiah’s heart rate ever since they met at the railroad, that’s why it’s easy for him to track her.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

“I promise you, I’m not that kind of alpha. Crimson Dawn has been a sanctuary pack for decades. No harm will ever come to you here.” I allow her a moment of respite in the hopes of allowing my statement to sink in. “Can you tell me what happened? Your last days at Purple Mountain and what happened to your arm.” I push subtly. I rub her back gently as she adjusts her position, returning her forehead to my neck so her voice isn’t as muffled.

He would drown his guilt in fire. --- The skies over Qombinia turned crimson at dawn. What began as a whisper in the outer cities quickly became a thunderous truth — the borderlands were under siege. In the eastern reaches, dark-winged shadows blotted out the morning sun. Vampire banners fluttered in the wind — crimson eyes gleaming beneath blackened armor, their fangs glinting like daggers. From the west, green fire scorched the forests, as witches on sky-brooms and shadow beasts hurled curses that split the air like thunder.