Crimson Destiny Novels & Stories

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

It gotten so far that have to fight with the pain that have to endure with its unbearing jab of pins that will repeatedly het him losing his control with a 50-50 lifeline if he tries. He cosed his eyes tightly and sighed after he decided to do it for his last week. Destino have to focus with his first mission, it is for stopping Frando of what he was planning to do—taking over the Crestile after he vanished for more decades. He glared one last time after folding the letter back to itself and inrested it under the small treasure chest that he have place at the left side corner of his closet.

she asked, shaking the silky material a little. "Yes, it's lovely. You really know my taste flora" i said with a wink and she blushed. "White is my favourite" i added. i have always loved white because it matches with my beautiful long white hair. My name is Destiny and I will be turning 18 tomorrow. I am the only daughter and princess of cloud kingdom. My dad is a worrior, a powerful fighter and he always tells me that i will be a great warrior and princess and to always use my power for good.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d seen this before — in that red desert, under the three moons. The devil had knocked. And now she wanted in.

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

—twisted in agony as magic tore her apart. She fell to her knees. “I’ve seen this. Before. I…” Darian crouched beside her, touching her cheek with a reverence that sickened her. “You were born of blood sacrifice. The first of the Crimson Pact. The last hope of our kind.” “You’re wrong,” she choked out. “No. You’re waking up.” Then Kael launched himself at Darian. The two collided in a fury of fang and claw. Trees shattered. Earth split. Blood sprayed.

I'm sorry, I don't know—" Carole dismisses me with a wave. "Sorry. I'm jumping ahead. It's likely that Mother has planned something productive for each and every hour that has passed between then and now. "Exactly." It's a relief to have an excuse to sidestep any prospective conversation concerning Ashton. I don't want to be in his company at all. The prospect of finding a partner does not thrill me nearly as much as everyone else in my immediate environment does. Cynthia masticates some water as she continues. "Besides, she has a whole year," she remarks. Since Lupercalia falls on the full moon this year, they are unable to perform the mating ritual until after she has undergone her first m

Crimson declared with determination. That evening, Crimson made his way to the Queen's Courtyard, resolved to locate Elizabeth Everheart and confront her at last. However, upon reaching her office, he was surprised to find a different woman with dark hair and eyes sitting at the desk—the very same woman who claimed to have discovered Cleo in the cemetery. “Elizabeth is not here,” Sapphire Everheart replied in a cold tone. Crimson wondered what he had done to deserve that chilling reception. “Where is she?” he asked, unable to conceal the irritation he felt.

He trailed off, his expression troubled. "Means what?" Lady Amara demanded. "There's a prophecy. Very old. Most think it's just legend." The High Priest looked at Louis. "It says that when the Mark of the Warrior Moon appears again, the kingdom will face its greatest trial. Blood will answer blood. And only the marked one can choose whether the kingdom stands or falls." "That's not helpful," I said. "I don't want to choose anything. I just want to survive." "What we want and what fate demands are rarely the same, child."