Crimson Heroes Novels & Stories

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.

He was called Rem. As for the last two, I couldn’t stop the look of disgust that washed over my face. They were what their race called Ancient Ones. The red-haired one named Rakesh was nothing special, but his powers and abilities were waning, while the other… he was an interesting one. His name was Kayden, and he had Hunter blood, though was no longer a half-breed and was now a fully fleshed Ancient One.

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

"About Crimson, we heard of their affiliation with the rogue pack. And decided to take a peek to ascertain if the claims were true or false. Unsurprisingly, we discovered that the claims were true and so I decided to give them perfect retribution. I also found out that they were planning my demise. What better way to show them that we mean business than to bring them to their feet? The woman who they referred to as Luna was never their Luna, but an Omega slave who was being used at her own peril. Right now, crimson is bound to us by a blood oath and if they even dare to connive again, we shall strike them where it hurts." The werewolves gathered in the room clapped as he finished speaking. L

Turning to look at Alpha Zane who had my sister protectively in his arms, I ask him, “Where do you and the Crimson pack stand on this matter?” He looked around the room at the elders and I was worried that he would stand against us and break my sister’s heart, but to my surprise he turned to the head elder and said, “If you don’t accept Lyra as my mate given to me by the Moon Goddess then I stand with Nightshade.” Gasps now filled the room from the elders that Crimson would stand with me, and this was huge, due to the fact that a majority of the warrior Alphas reside in his pack. If a war was to breakout among the packs, Crimson would have the advantage with their warriors.

“Move, Verena. Attend to your wound.” “But Lorcan…” I slouch to him. “You-” “Please, my love.” He closes his eyes tightly, gasping like a fish out of water. “Please attend to your wound. Please move to your room.” “But what’s happening to you?” Now I feel bad for pulling this entire stunt. He is trembling like a newborn fawn. “You do not seem alright. We should go to the hospital-” Before I can complete my sentence, the scene that unfolds in front of me leaves me breathless. He opens his eyes. His usual iris is now blood red. His chest heaves in short breaths. The look in his eyes is completely replaced by that of a bloodthirsty predator.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

I pick it up and run my fingers over the hard moon sigil pressed on the cover. “Interesting...” I mutter, opening to the first page. It simply lists: Goddess, Lycans, Witches, Bloodlines, and Hybrids. My pulse quickens. I flip through the pages, ignoring the ones that have been torn out clean. The writing is cramped and old-fashioned, talking about cursed beings. “The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.”

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.

In her heart, she knew that facing the Ascenders and reconciling with Luna were intertwined. On the day of the attack, tension gripped the Crimson Pack as they prepared themselves for battle. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of adrenaline filling their senses. Rey stood at the front lines, her gaze fixed on the forest's edge where the Ascenders would soon emerge. As the enemy pack emerged from the shadows, led by the fearsome figure of Black bourne, a surge of energy coursed through Rey's veins. With a fierce battle cry, the Crimson Pack charged forward, their unity and determination shining like a beacon Amidst the chaos. Rey's movements were a blur as she engaged multiple adv