Crimson Heart Book Novels & Stories

Elias walked to a locked cabinet built into the wall. Using an old mechanical key instead of a digital passcode, he unlocked a narrow steel drawer. Inside rested several weathered journals. Paper. Actual paper. Older than most people living inside Zelios. He selected one carefully. The leather cover had almost completely faded. Across the front, barely visible beneath decades of wear, four handwritten words remained. Project Crimson hunger. Aldren's eyes narrowed. "I thought every copy was destroyed." "So did I." Elias gently opened the journal. Several pages had been torn out. Others were stained with dried blood. He turned slowly until one name appeared.

Valen might try to stop her, and he might make her treat me kindly when he is around, but it’s what she would do when he isn’t around that has me concerned. I barely finish putting the cold stuff away before I feel Crimson pushing under the surface. She’s is furious that we may have been brought back here under false pretenses. I’m angry too. The next thing I know, I’m ripping the den’s door open before stomping down the stairs. Crimson pushes forward as I hold onto my anger and hurt, feeling trapped and devastated that I allowed myself to hope. Hope is a dangerous thing for omegas. You would think I would have learned my lesson by now.

I was done. When I didn’t answer, he assumed I was sulking, like always. “Alright, to make it up to you, I’ll find a ‘Crimson Heart’ for you, even if I have to scour the black market. For our next ceremony, I’ll put it on you myself.” The air was dead silent for three seconds. A wave of nausea, a hundred times worse than the silver poison, churned in my stomach. A Crimson Heart? That cheap, alchemized trinket that reeked of crude blood?

Taking a step closer to him. “You will pay for those crimes now. I see no point in keeping you alive any longer.” My claws slip out of my nail beds and I plunge them into Samson’s chest as Crystal’s screams fill the air. Sampson is wide eyed and coughing up blood. He grits his teeth so hard you can hear them crack. His eyes roll into the back of his skull. My hand wraps around his beating heart. I turn to look at Crystal as I yank his heart out of his chest. Blood coats my skin and I smile at her with a growl.

Crimson declared with determination. That evening, Crimson made his way to the Queen's Courtyard, resolved to locate Elizabeth Everheart and confront her at last. However, upon reaching her office, he was surprised to find a different woman with dark hair and eyes sitting at the desk—the very same woman who claimed to have discovered Cleo in the cemetery. “Elizabeth is not here,” Sapphire Everheart replied in a cold tone. Crimson wondered what he had done to deserve that chilling reception. “Where is she?” he asked, unable to conceal the irritation he felt.

It was incredibly difficult to discern that went on in that century old heart of hers. I stretched out and received it from her. "That's not all," she spun around, and grabbed a book off the table. She held it out to me again, and I didn't hesitate to take it from her hand. "As promised, I have given you the Crimson heart. And that..." She pointed at the weighty book in my hand. "That's a grimoire, containing research on the blood moon oath. If you go through it diligently, you might find a way to break it without any other kind of substitutions."

she said finally as crimson gave her a look of bewilderment. Tyler turned his face to the other side, he felt so embarrassed for crimson to find out about the book; he had actually bought the book for a special reason. TBC

The grand chamber that housed the Crimson Heart was a breathtaking sight. Pillars of polished obsidian rose to meet the vaulted ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to writhe and shift in the dim light. In the center of the room, upon a pedestal of black stone, lay the Heart itself. It pulsed with an eerie light, radiating an energy that both mesmerized and terrified Aria. Evangeline, draped in her crimson gown, stood before the Heart, her hand outstretched towards it. A malevolent aura emanated from her, crackling with dark energy.

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

Crimson took a deep breath, wiped her palms on her skirt and entered the clearing. As soon as she stepped out of the Labyrinth, and into the moonlight, the forest went completely quiet; not an owl, not a cricket. She shivered with the power of the place. Crimson made a conscious effort to breath as she peered into the trees hoping to get a bit of a warning as to the Dragon's approach. She heard a rustling of leaves off to the right. She whipped around to see... nothing there. She thought she saw a shadow pass between two trees, but perhaps it was only the wind moving the branches. Her fear was mounting. She thought of running, but realized that there really was no life to go back to. There!