Crimson Gown Novels & Stories

Watching her break has always been my favorite pastime. I rose, walking to the tall mirror at the corner of the room. Hanging nearby was the gown I had commissioned months ago: crimson silk, embroidered with gold thread, crystals glittering across the bodice. It would cling to every curve, daring anyone to look away. “Tomorrow,” I whispered, touching the fabric, “I’ll shine brighter than anyone. The whole nation will know me as Ravencrest’s future Luna.”

“There must be something in my ceremonial clothes that will work.” Hannah beats me to that bar of gowns. “What about this funerary garb? They sent it over in case—” I hold up my hand. “I know what they sent it in case of.” The gown is similar to my coronation gown, a Tudor-inspired style in black brocade, but without the train. The sleeves lace to the bodice separately, so I’ll be able to put them on without tugging on my bandages too much. Tiny white pearls accentuate the flowers embroidered on the fabric; Aconitum flowers, or Wolf’s Bane.

“With the right pressure and encouragement… even the most guarded woman burns.” I opened a crystal jar and began applying my expensive scented cream along my arms. “Did you behave dear seraphine,” I murmured to my reflection, “or did you melt?” My laugh was low and pleased as I stood, opened the wardrobe, and selected a fitted crimson dress with black embroidery.. power colors or should I say war colors and celebration colors. My crimson colored corset gown slid into place like my strategy. My wolf, Keera stirred in an amused way.. it was obvious she was super excited.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

More weight. But beneath that, the same questions flicker in her eyes. Who am I really? Where did I come from? Was my mother once part of the Crimson Crown? “Try this one, dear,” another seamstress offers, holding up a gown that glows like firelight. “It brings out the red in your hair. Very symbolic.” I take it with a polite nod, stepping behind the partition. The fabric is soft, rich—but I barely register it. Did Cassandra know her? Or… was she the reason I lost her?

I asked, looking down at the intricate box. "It’s a bespoke gown engineered with a concealed lightweight tactical framework," Drake explained, opening the case to reveal a breathtaking crimson masterpiece. "It combines elegance with defensive functionality, complete with hidden quick-draw access for lightweight weapons." It was majestic, suited for an empress—and absolutely perfect for my grand entrance. Hours passed in a flurry of activity as the citadel prepared for the evening. Standing before the full-length European mirror, I admired the reflection before me. The heirloom gown fitted like a second skin, casting an aura of royal authority around my frame.

A few shoppers sat on benches, admiring the serene beauty. Chalida, panting, finally caught up. "Pim, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't you dare—" Pim paused at the edge of the fountain. With a fluid, almost casual motion, she unzipped the garment bag and pulled out the 'Crimson Solstice' gown, letting the rich, ruby fabric cascade out. It shimmered, a breathtaking vision of luxury and desire. Chalida gasped, a choked sound of horror. "No! Pim, please! Don't!"

Christine said. Azrael felt shivers running down her spine. But one question was still lingering in her mind despite of not taking in every realizations she just discovered. “Where-- how did you get this?” she asked. Christine looked at the Luna as if she asked the wrong question. Or as if the answer was already obvious. It was clear to see that she used her spells but the witch knew she had to explain. “The moment the Crimson Crest pack was attacked, I immediately thought of the Crescent Bow…” Christine started and mumbled a spell that made her look normal without the tiara and the princess dress.

A lot can change in a few years and even a few months, and I am no longer that spoiled princess. Caterina chose an off-the-shoulder Grecian crimson evening dress to represent the BloodCrest pack as Luna. Lilith is in a sleek black and red dress, which accentuates sexiness. Nova in a baby blue, one-shoulder evening gown which shows off her teeny tiny bump and me in a champagne evening gown with a princess neckline. Luckily for us, they were the last gowns in stock, and we also found matching shoes and accessories.

I was their inside contact, but tonight, it felt like I was on a tightrope, balancing between my mission and the rush of adrenaline that came with being so close to the edge. Back at my condo, I slipped into the deep red gown that I'd handpicked for the occasion. The fabric was smooth and sensual against my skin as I adjusted the bodice, which clung perfectly to my waist and hips. Crimson embroidery traced elegant patterns down the fabric, a stark contrast to the long, sweeping train that cascaded behind me. It was beautiful, but I knew better than to rely solely on looks. Hidden slits along my thighs allowed easy access to the small weapons I'd concealed in the fabric, and a discreet zipper