Crimson Empire Novels & Stories

“Cross them, and you won’t see it coming.” I felt the storm in my chest coil tighter, but I forced my breathing even. “The third…” His voice dropped, softer now, almost reverent. “The Blue-Green Twin Empire. My empire. We are not the shadows. We are the wall. The balance. Our people—police, soldiers, navy, air force—men and women who know war, who know justice. We hold the line, Dominus. We make sure the others don’t burn the world down in their greed and bloodlust.”

Darko shouted, forcing himself to charge forward. If he could hold out until the arrival of Crimson Wyrm Master, he would claim victory. Bang! Bang! Alexander unleashed his powerful fists, mercilessly reaping lives. No one could withstand him. "There's only one end for a traitor, and that is death!" Anyone who was not at least half a semi-Empyrean was just cannon fodder. In a matter of moments, everyone else fell, leaving only Darko struggling to hold on. Spurt! "Send another signal! Get Crimson Wyrm Master and his men in here now!"

Have you heard of them? Dante's face is grim. "No. But if they're what Connor thought they were—" "Then Victoria's crimes were just the beginning." Sera looks up at him. "We need to tell the tribunal." "Agreed." They find Agent Morrison in a conference room, reviewing evidence. When they show her the letter, her expression goes from curious to alarmed. "The Crimson Order," she says slowly. "I've heard rumors. Underground hunter organization, supposedly disbanded in the 1800s. But if they're back." She pulls out her phone, making calls. "I need to bring this to the tribunal immediately."

From the crimson fog had come the advance guard of the Blood-Iron Dominion. It was an awesome nightmare vision of sea power. More than fifty huge dreadnoughts cut through the mist, their hulls of mahogany, petrified and studded with rusted iron spikes, wet with blood-sigils. Their sails were of cloth, black as pitch, torn and rent, but held by unnatural winds, and their bowsprits were carved into great skeletal dragons, who spouted streams of crimson fire into the sky. In the centre of the dark fleet was the Emperor's own flagship: the Blood Crown. She was a colossal sea fortress, four hundred feet long, featuring three massive iron towers that glowed with a terrifying, pulsating crimson lig

"Show proper respect." "I am a prince of the Federation," Caelum replied quietly, his voice carrying despite its softness. "I kneel for no one but my queen." The guard's grip tightened on his weapon. "You're cattle now, boy. Best remember that." The hall stretched impossibly high, carved from volcanic stone that seemed to drink the light from massive chandeliers. Stained glass windows depicted scenes of vampire victory—humans kneeling, blood flowing like rivers, pale figures standing triumphant over battlefields. The artistry was undeniable, but the message was clear: this was what happened to those who opposed the Crimson Dominion.

Commander Cassian tightened his grip on his spear. "How do we fight something like that?" No one answered. Because no one knew. The Blood Flame laughed. "You cannot." "Every empire that stood against me became ash." Crimson fire rained from the heavens. The moment the flames touched the earth, they transformed into monstrous creatures made entirely of fire. They rose from the battlefield one after another. Hundreds of them. Each carrying blazing swords and shields forged from crimson energy. General Draven stared in horror. "An army..." Nyros' ears flattened.

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.

“To answer your question, the thrones of two kings are only limited to SO. On the other hand, the imperial throne is the rightful place of our beloved Emperor.” Did he… ignore my question? Aidan clenched his trembled fists. “What is your empire? To what extent?” Firash inquired, pointedly ignoring his elder brother. “Her empire includes all the affiliates in almost all countries that exist on the world map. Except for a few, of course.” The rest of them were collectively listening to them. The second question was answered by the otherwise silent Sleepy. It showed the importance of the information. It was always important if the tight-lipped voluntarily released the information themselves.

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.

The sun rose over the valley not with the violent crimson of the eclipse, but with a quiet, breathtaking cascade of amber and gold. It bathed the mist of the lower basin in a warm, honeyed light, melting the thin layers of frost on the weeping willows and turning the surface of the Crimson River into a glittering ribbon of diamonds. The storm had passed. The empires above were in a state of mourning, locked in a truce of shame, completely convinced that their sovereigns were nothing more than ghosts carried away by the rapids.