Crimson Empire Novels & Stories

“King Dante to give up the entire continent, and Queen Maya to be passed on to the Emperor as a slave, or the Iron Fleet would reduce the capital city to cinders.” The Crimson Court was already exiled, yet no sooner had the true war for world authority eased its anchor at our shores...

I temper her thoughts as I begin to recite my conversation with Lamia, bringing these werecats and whatever Crimson is, up to date and informing them of the new enemy – Orion Artos. “We are not strong enough,” Crimson interjects after I have relayed the details. “They are going to war in less than three months. I will be the first to admit our army has been weakened.” I watch Crimson as he runs a hand down his face and then through his dark curls. His yellow eyes flashed in a reptilian way. I swear they change, not just the color because I have witnessed them turning a deep red. But the pupils sometimes seem to take on a different shape.

His heart pounded, each beat a bell that echoed throughout Valenfort. Lucien whispered hoarsely: “Evelyn… I saw you in the light. But this world does not deserve you. Let me be the unclean one in your place.” And then he stood up. Valenfort shook. Black blood began to drain from the ground, gathering around him as if summoned. He spread his arms, his voice deep: “From blood and darkness, I create a new order. The Crimson Pact is no longer just the Blood Emperor and the legacy of the one who sacrificed for this world!”

"Your uncle, Simon. He is the High Priest of the Crimson Empire." I blinked, dumbfounded. "The Crimson Empire?" I stared at my mother, my mind finally processing the information. "You're from the Crimson Empire?" She nodded slightly, a cold grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes," she replied. It made sense. Most werewolves didn't harbor such intense animosity towards Lycans like my mother did. But if she was from the Crimson Empire, it would certainly explain her strong hatred towards them. Our neighboring country, the Crimson Empir

she added seriously and I did a mock salute “aye captain” After my shower, I went back to my office for some work. I had to send out messages to the three packs ahead of my visitation. And not only that what was the Crimson Order? Sounds to me like a group of rogues trying to form some semblance of a pack. That could not be good. Rogues were abominations, cast out of the pack as a result of heinous crimes committed. When they join together they would do nothing bu lead to a ruckus. But first one thing at a time, I had to fucking find the light or whatever, as the seer had said.

The Phantom Armada is at the beach! The Emperor looked down at me, the suffocating calm completely stripped from his face. The trap had failed. The Crimson Court was officially under siege.

"Blood banks, animals... But again, I assure you that no one is killed. Above all, we seek to integrate ourselves into the world of the living." "Why try to fit in? After all, you're much more powerful than humans." "Believe it or not, we don't really see our condition as a gift. Immortality can be an ordeal and clouds our minds. Staying among the living helps us preserve our humanity." I watch him carefully. I can't understand what they feel but I've never found the idea of being immortal very attractive. Since Draven seems inclined to speak, I decide to pursue my questioning. "The thing with the mirrors, is true right?" His expression darkens slightly. I must have touched a raw nerve.

Charisse The Crimson Crest estate isn’t a city state, according to Wikipedia’s—and the Crimson Crest patriach’s—definition. But I begged to differ. It’s big enough to have its own roadmap, and it has its own urbanscape, so it might as well be a city state. I had been naive. The hundreds of businesses are but a fraction of the empire, just as this piece of land, the size of Seoul, is but a fragment of the pack’s ownership.

If I fail, the Crimson Pact will rise. Below it, the symbol of the Crimson Pact bled through the parchment—a circle of flames devouring a wolf. Elder Marrow’s face turned grey. “The Crimson Pact is real?” Seraphina didn’t respond. Her eyes burned holes into the scroll. “Prepare the war pack. We leave by dawn.” “You dare defy the King’s order?” Elena hissed. “I dare do whatever it takes to stop what’s coming,” Seraphina snapped. “If the Crimson Pact rises, it won’t just consume Cassian. It’ll consume us all.”

He shook his head, "No, my friend. There is a pack whose alpha shares your traits; we are what you might call allies, adversaries to Crimson. If you can collaborate with them, I assure you that your desires regarding Drew will be fulfilled." An adversarial group targeting the Crimson pack? There are numerous packs that harbor deep animosity towards them. Legends suggest that the alpha lineage once wielded immense power, though these tales may be mere myths. Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies.