Crimson Kingdom Novels & Stories

***** 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

I can see someone coming to the door with a face filled with anger that he was disturbed. “The penalty for disturbing the king is death; who are you to think you are to disturb him in this manner?” The grumpy vampire spits at me, and I am instantly on edge. “We need time! Things are bad here.” Harmony screams. “On it,” I respond before speaking. “I am mated to King Brandt; I am Queen of the Northern Vampires.” His face contorts instantly as I shove past him and into the house. “Now get me your king,” I demand.

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

A grainy image popped up, three bodies hanging upside down from a crane, throats slit, a snake symbol scorched into their chests. The room fell into a low hum of whispered curses and exchanged glances. “They want a war,” Kira said simply. “They’ll regret asking,” Valerie added, grinning like a serpent. “They’re not amateurs,” Aleksander continued. “They’re organized, heavily armed, and they’ve got connections back in Italy. Someone over there is funding this.” I leaned back against the wall, arms folded. “So what’s the plan? We wait until they take the next shipment too?” All eyes turned to me. Including his.

I left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

“This, sister, is the kingdom of Etherios. You and I are the daughters of the fallen King Samael. Your child is to inherit the throne.” Mitzie stood from her seat, eyes and mouth wide open, trying to take in all that she was seeing. It looked something like a cross between a vast Roman Empire, and a Medieval Kingdom. She didn’t know how that was possible when they were two vastly different looks, but somehow, they worked well together here. There were no other persons around, but she somehow knew there were others that were there. "I really don’t understand. I mean, I love to dream…or excuse me, would love to believe this, but I really don’t know how any of this is possible,” Mitzie said in

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

"No. We chain her. Let the world see what power corrupted. Let her watch me win." Selene glared, defeated. "You think you’ve won? Asharoth is just beginning. You’ve only opened the first gate." Elizabeth turned to Lucian. "Then it’s time we close the next one." A Kingdom Rises: After the battle, Crimson Ridge was reclaimed. Bonfires burned the corrupted dead. Healers worked tirelessly. The victory was hard-fought, but morale surged. Elizabeth addressed the allied packs that night. "We stood on the edge of ruin. And we said no. Crimson Ridge is ours. Our future is ours. Asharoth believes fear will win him this war. But I say this: we are wolves. We are light. And we will not kneel."

Fifty-six minutes remained before the final sweep. He pulled his heavy black coat tighter around his massive shoulders, his face returning to that unyielding, terrifying mask of stone. He had successfully penetrated the absolute center of the empire, but as he stepped out of the gatehouse and into the freezing downpour, he knew he wasn't going back to the light unchanged. The Ghost had finally taken the throne, and the throne was made of bone.