Crimson Empire Novels & Stories

"But Crimson..." "No beta Tyler, it was our mistakes, we deserve any kind of punishment." Elder Nelson said. Crimson didn't say a word, she returned to her room. * *Two weeks later* "Your highness!" They soldiers yelled. Crimson, Tyler and the rest rushed out of the palace and saw Alexis with a lot of armies, she was able to gathered some rouge's and trained them to her satisfaction, now she came back very powerful, and she also have brought Damon out of the cell.

he whispered. He closed his eyes. The bond between them was faint but not broken. Somewhere, deep inside him, the tie tugged like a string of magic and memory. But so did something else. A pulse. Slow. Heavy. Evil. The Crimson Order had begun to move again. --- The Crimson Order Hidden beneath the ruins of the ancient city Valemourne, a place untouched by time and cursed by blood, the Crimson Order gathered in silence. Candles burned with black flames. The walls were etched with old prophecies, written in the tongues of demons and dead kings.

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

The man took a slow drag from his cigar, then gave a firm nod. "We can do business." And just like that, in a small, unremarkable warehouse, The Crimson Lotus was born. A criminal empire with no boundaries—a syndicate that bowed to neither law nor honor. From high-end drug trafficking to the underground arms trade, Renjiro built his kingdom through blood and fire. Bangkok – Midnight.

From the glistening towers of my lawful corporations to the dim hallways of The Crimson Order those were the pillars upon which my empire built. I am Sloan. Not just the CEO in the outside world. Not just a head of state. But as the leader of The Crimson Order I oversaw a force that operated in the darkest recesses and was invisible unheard and untouchable. I had a significant impact outside of financial markets and boardrooms. I oversaw an enormous empire based on calculated risks brutal foresight and a complete lack of empathy as well as a vast and complex network. My name was occasionally followed in the underworld by rumors of drug lord but this was only a crude simplification of a much

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

she faces the three vampire coven leaders, “Now that we have Solana’s support, I ask you three for the same.” Bryce looks at her confused, “Of course you have our support, but what exactly is it you want us to do?” Adelaide looks at Zohar, “Your town, Bloodrose, sits almost directly on our southern border with the Emberi Empire, and half a day’s journey north from Bloodrose, is your city, Bryce. Another half day journey to the west, and you end up in Crimson City,” Adelaide nods to Fergus, leader of the Crimson Fang coven, which is so large, we had to create an outlying town called Flame Haven where the overflow of Crimson City’s population now resides.

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.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

Her chin was tucked, her shoulders were slumping in her perfect porcelain disguise, but through the dark curls of her hair, her eyes met his—wide, awake, and burning with a terrifying, shared brilliance. The empire was bleeding, the vanguard was turning on itself, and the Ghost was finally holding the knife.