Crimson Empire Novels & Stories

"When I was compelled, I had no choices. Every action was predetermined. No free will, no agency, no meaning. Now I can choose, even if my choices lead to death. That's not nothing, Alpha. That's everything." "Then we die fighting for what we believe in," I say. "That's not nothing. That's everything." We drive through a world at war. Small towns burn in the distance, smoke rising into the sky. We pass hybrid soldiers patrolling the highways, their movements precise and mechanical. Civilians flee in the opposite direction, cars packed with belongings, faces haunted with terror. The scale of Crimson Dawn's operation becomes horrifyingly clear. This isn't just an organization. It's a global mi

Yet they were completely human. At first, researchers believed they had discovered an evolutionary mutation. Years of study proved otherwise. Their blood contained microscopic structures no known human possessed. The structures behaved almost like living organisms. They communicated. Adapted. Protected their host. Every attempt to isolate them failed. Outside the body they quickly became dormant. Inside the body they transformed human physiology. The researchers gave the phenomenon a name. 'Crimson Blood.' Interest spread rapidly. Governments invested enormous resources. Private corporations offered unlimited funding. Military organizations saw opportunity.

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

“He proved his word to Cole several times and by the time Cole and I left, Alpha Black didn’t want him to leave. Combine that with the strictness I saw, yes I believe if he said it was a reportable offense he reported it.” I’m nodding my head as I leave the table to plug the phone in on the kitchen counter. “You’ve been to four packs. Of those packs, if you were offered a second run, which lasts a year and gives you a chance at a position in the pack, if all four offered who would you pick?” “Crimson Dawn.” I freeze where I stand, shocked that he didn’t even have to think about it. “Why?” I keep it simple considering the shock I’m in right now.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

I really like your laugh," Apollo said, eyeing me adoringly. He really knows how to get my blood flowing. "Since I'm bedridden, there is something I have always been curious about." He looked at me skeptically. "Go on." "How did Crimson Clan become what it is today?" He chuckled. "That's it?" "I always wondered how seven teenagers created a solid empire." "Well, trial and error, timing and circumstances. Of the seven of us, Cassian and I were born into Mafia families. Our extended history taught us to appreciate each other's strengths. The Moon Clan were specialists in creating the next best things in weaponry, and that knowledge was passed on to Cassian. As a result, he designs, produces, o

All of them were wrong. "Welcome to the real Crimson Moon Academy," Director Frost said, her voice carrying despite the distance. "Or should I say, welcome to the birthplace of the new world." "Let them go," I demanded, indicating the tubes. "Let them go?" She laughed. "Dear child, they're already gone. These are just shells, genetic templates for the next phase. You stabilized the random transformations, yes, but imagine if we could control it completely. Design the perfect hybrid. Create soldiers, workers, breeders—"

I tell him, frowning as I watch him reach his hand out to touch the crystal. Glancing back at me, Kai offers a small smile before he says, “and yet if I don’t you’ll grow old and die, as well the spirits and all immortal beings. And probably the planet too, right?” I glance aside unhappily. “So, I have little choice… if you think about it. Without the spirits, Hafgan claims my body and I’ll be nothing but a memory you have,” he continues with a whispered tone. I can tell he is afraid by the shaking of his words, but he knows as much as I do that this is the only way to bring things back to how they should and it isn’t as though they required his life - just his blood.