Crimson Gown Novels & Stories

Fuck! “My name is Kellina and I am the Crimson Priestess.”

Crimson said and the two went back upstairs. Crimson let Mina wear the same brand of hoodie as her but in yellow colour, Instead of pairing it up with a short and a boot she made Mina wear the matching yellow joggers and a flat yet pretty Chanel sandals that were black. She also gave her a small handbag to hold incase they need to throw something inside it. After that she also gave Mina a little make up and also tied her hair in the same messy bun before pulling her to stand in front of the mirror.

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”

“Kalel?” His eyes went down to my clothes. I stood before him, a vision in a crimson gown that seemed to defy gravity, clinging to my curves like a second skin. The fabric, a deep, rich red, shimmered under the soft glow of the chandeliers, reflecting the fire in my eyes.

After around ten minutes, finally the door was opened. Keeping the phone inside his pocket, Ramos looked up, "Finally you're ou_", and his words got stuck in his throat after seeing the goddess walking in front of him. With wide eyes and mouth, Ramos instantly stood up as Crystal... looked magical, like a dream to him! While Crystal was anxious because for the first time ever she wore a dress like this, a royal red princess gown. It had a sweetheart neck with thin straps, but it had a side long slit, exposing her milky white leg. It was a long floor touch gown so two girls were helping Crystal to set it up while one was giving last touch to her hair. They applied little make-up and tied her

For the most gorgeous woman, the note reads, we will outshine all the stars in the sky. —Kai A smile tugs at me before I can stop it. Inside the box, crimson tulle spills like liquid dusk. The gown is an A-line dream: ruffled sleeves that tumble off the shoulders, a bodice cinched for sin and shadow. Nestled beside it: a black lace mask, and jewelry of blood-red stones that catch the candlelight like captured hearts. I run my fingers over the fabric, soft as a secret. For a fleeting second I let myself imagine a night where prophecy and darkness do not matter.

At a lavish Lupo soiree meant to showcase their clout, I was there, representing the Caruso family. Amid a sea of scents and silks, I spotted Anna. Her dress was a relic, ill-fitting, and she trailed behind the pompous Sebastian, who was desperate to rub elbows with the elite. Her face was ghostly, her gaze shy, sticking out like a sore thumb in the glittering crowd. "Principessa Isabella..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers nervously fidgeting with her skirt. "Thank you for looking out for me in the past. I'm doing well now, and Sebastian is good to me.

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."

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."

~MARTINA~ They say a mirror never lies. It reflects exactly what the world sees. And right now, the world would see a woman unfazed by humiliation… a woman who has never lost. I carefully adjusted the silver clasp of my crimson gown, letting my fingers glide over the smooth silk. The fabric hugged my figure perfectly, the deep colour rich enough to command attention without screaming it. Power should never look desperate. Behind me, the maids stood in silence, waiting for the slightest instruction. None of them dared speak.