Crimson Idol Novels & Stories

The elders were in position. Everything was ready. Everything except.. Them. Ryan and Crystal. There they were. Crystal emerged first, stepping into the ceremony like she was born for this moment. She was dressed in deep crimson, the silk catching the light, flowing around her like liquid fire. She was glowing,radiant, triumphant. And at her side.. Ryan. Dressed in dark ceremonial robes, the embroidered silver sigils of his lineage stark against the black fabric. A crown of iron and bone rested against his brow, a symbol of his place, his power, his duty.

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

A hush fell as the Alpha raised his cup. “To the Blood Moon,” he intoned. “To the gift of the Shift.” The pack raised their cups in unison. Voices lifted in a chorus of reverence and then... A second voice split the night. “The cursed daughter will either crown or bury you all.” The words were ragged and eerie and were seeping into every corner of the clearing. A figure stepped from the tree line, crimson robes dragging against the earth, while her blind eyes were glowing faintly white. The Crimson Seer. Gasps rippled through the pack. Some wolves dropped their cups, while others shifted uneasily. No one had invited her. Her pale, sightless gaze locked on me as my skin crawled immediately.

Because the answer had been forming quietly in the back of his mind ever since he smelled her in the cave years ago. “Your bloodline,” he said slowly. Regina frowned. “My family isn’t special.” Aldric shook his head slightly. “Crimson Hollow’s Alpha line is one of the oldest in the region,” he explained. “Strong wolves. Strong healing.” Regina’s expression darkened. “So he wanted power.” “Most likely.” The thought made Aldric’s jaw tighten. If Rafael had targeted Regina deliberately… Then her kidnapping had never been random. It had been planned. A cold realization settled over him.

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

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."

The rest would be handled by the one other person who had been able to successfully return from their rogue state…Somchai himself. Five years ago…I had vowed to myself that I would never be an easy target for anyone, and I would make sure to follow through with that vow till the end. No one will ever corner me; no one will ever find me defenseless. And if that meant I would have to shun all weaknesses, including finding my mate…then so be it. I, Alpha Itlan Krimson of Red Claw, will rise again and again from the ashes, no matter how many times I was thrown to the deepest, darkest of edges. And those who had once thought me helpless…will pay with their blood.

He looked half good and half evil, like a mysterious king from the ancient legends. I had seen a lot of handsome alphas in my twenty-five years, but this male was the absolute highest peak of perfection. His dark eyes flashed as he watched me stare at him. "I wanted to invite you to the Crimson Moon Den for a meal, Ms. Okafor," Idris said, letting go of my hand. "But you kept telling my guards to get lost. My wolf had no choice but to hunt you down myself. I am Idris Blackthorne."

And would that make me his aunt? Crimson had already said he would never trust them fully. He didn’t want to be the one to wipe out a Pride, a whole race that as we knew, was the last of their kind, and throw Cambiador into war again. He wanted peace. I understood that more than anything. I didn’t want war either. I wanted to concentrate on Cambiador. I wanted to bring the kingdom to its former glory side by side with my mate. I had a newfound respect for Crimson for not declaring himself the king of Tolba after defeating Arik. I respected Crimson before, but now, seeing his diplomatic and somewhat forgiving side, I applauded him. It would have been so easy for him to kill Arik and Althea.