Crimson Idol Novels & Stories

Her hair was a river of shadows — black with hints of violet and wine - red gloss, curling like dark lava alive with promise and warning. She created chaos and destruction in the mortal world like a shadow slipping through cracks — silent, unseen until everything shattered around her. She whispered promises to greedy hearts, her beauty a weapon sharper than any blade. Mortals fell for it every time. Their eyes locked onto her like moths to a flame, drawn by the impossible allure of her face — too perfect, too captivating to be real. They didn't see the poison beneath the skin, didn't sense the hunger twisting in her smile.

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."

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.

“Sophia has one.I was always curious as to what it was.” Ivette's lips formed a subtle almost covert smile. “Miss Ivy its the Crimson Mark. It represents being a member of the Crimson Order.” I repeated feeling as though I had wandered into a spy novel “The Crimson mark?What is that? A secret society tattoo of some sort?” “In a sense” she admitted. “It is a network. A group. Protection is its main objective. Anyone who carries this mark and is aware of its significance is under the protection of the Order…shielded everywhere... from particular threats, influences and. . . individuals.”

He walked over to the desk and looked down at the trash can where Crimson's invite was sitting. "Are you really not going to tell her?" Aiden asked gently. I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Tell her what, Aiden?" "That Crimson is itching for a war," Aiden said, his voice serious. "The cash-outs, the press, the threats to our borders... he isn't just throwing a party, Dorian. He’s looking for an excuse to fight us. Why keep her in the dark about that?" I stood up and walked over to the window, looking out over the pack grounds.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

Toren’s shoulders sagged. “I didn’t want to hurt her, Sophie,” Toren said hoarsely, voice breaking. “I didn’t want to hurt Shiloh either. They helped me. I… I thought Crimson stood for something bigger. I thought she meant justice. Then I saw her for who she was, Crimson, and I realised she was just as evil as the ones from Spring River... I ran, I had no part in the wedding.” Ronan stared at him. “You still helped slaughter people.”

A ripple went through the crowd confusion, understanding, the specific shock of someone admitting to crime without protest. “But that’s not why I’m actually here,” Daemon continued, and now his voice was rising, finding volume, the particular strength that came from speaking truth without the shield of deception. “I’m here because I’ve spent ten years hiding what I am. I’ve spent ten years convinced that love was weakness. That authenticity was dangerous. That the only way to survive was to become someone hard enough that nothing could touch me.” He looked directly at Cassian. Cassian felt his breath stop.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

He had used only half of his strength in that water dragon, but most Chrysopoeia Graders had struggled to counter or tank that attack. "Unfortunately, you still made the mistake of pissing us off. You people are descendants of us—we left when Earth's mystique energy was depleted and left you inferior creatures out of our mercy. And now you're challenging us, your true elders and ancestors?! Imprudence!" He summoned 80% of his power and shot it out of him. It became a tidal wave threatening to swallow Logan whole. Crimson Guardian was the fiercest fighter of the Crimson Order, second only to the leader. Even Violet Venerable and Lady Selene would rather avoid this attack than to face it head-