Crimson Kingdom Novels & Stories

And now, here I was, walking down an aisle lined with chrome and roses, heading straight into the lion’s den with a knife strapped to my thigh and revenge curled tightly inside my gut like a fist. The rev of bikes outside rumbled like a heartbeat. The compound stank of oil, leather, cigar smoke, and secrets. Tulle and flowers drooped over Harley frames like some sick joke. The scent of gasoline clung to everything. I couldn’t breathe without tasting rage. “Remember what they did to her,” my father, Vincent “Venom” Kane, president of the Crimson Fangs, growled beside me. His grip on my arm was tight, grounding. “Remember why you are here.”

"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.

We talked amongst ourselves, some conversations revolved around tomorrow, some were meaningless, and others were about how they missed home. I watched as Crimson stood off to the side, watching the darkness that enveloped our army. The werecat king was lucky Chakor found him and was able to heal him and he had been thankful that though Cambiador was once again in ruins, Tawny had survived, and his cubs were safe. “What do you sense Crimson?” Morgan asks, standing from her place beside Hunji and walking over to him. With hands on his hips his attention still on the darkness, he replies “I’m not sure.”

Whatever happened today, he would accept. Aria walked to the center of the clearing, dressed in robes of crimson and silver, the first's power humming softly beneath her skin. She climbed the steps to the platform where her throne waited, carved from the stone of the mountain that had sheltered the Crimson Line for three thousand years. King Lucian rose to address the crowd. Wolves of the packs, he called out, his voice carrying across the silence. We gather today to witness something that has not happened in three thousand years. The crowning of the true Crimson heir, the wolf who united us against darkness, who defeated enemies that would have crushed lesser souls.

He said in a low voice, that made her grin like an idiot. "So bad." And he told, everything, holding nothing back, and she prayed it would be like this. Him and her, forever, come what may. °°°° ~After a fortnight~ "Men and women of Kingdom Brone! We are under siege! The Athànatoi are upon us! dark days draw near! Strong men of Kingdom Brone come forward and show your might, and fight for yours and mine, for all that was and will be, fight for Brone! May the creator Help us all!"

"For today's lesson we will talk about the four kingdoms of the underworld. The first one is Witherian Valley, The kingdom of witches and warlocks. They rule for 400 years in that valley. They make potions, spell and battle weapons. The ruler of that kingdom is King Edison and Queen Venice princess anica and prince harley's parents. The second one is Prawlian Valley the kingdom of the wolf pack. They rule that valley for 500 years until now. They have the most powerful warriors in the realm. The kingdom was ruled by their Alpha Jake Nickolaidas. Prince Pierce's Father. The third one is Crimson Valley. The kingdom of the Vampires. They rule that valley for 1000 years together with the Hera Ki

I tell him, frowning as I watch him reach his hand out to touch the crystal. Glancing back at me, Kai offers a small smile before he says, “and yet if I don’t you’ll grow old and die, as well the spirits and all immortal beings. And probably the planet too, right?” I glance aside unhappily. “So, I have little choice… if you think about it. Without the spirits, Hafgan claims my body and I’ll be nothing but a memory you have,” he continues with a whispered tone. I can tell he is afraid by the shaking of his words, but he knows as much as I do that this is the only way to bring things back to how they should and it isn’t as though they required his life - just his blood.

A crimson sun pierced by twin fangs. “The prophecy,” Varek whispered. “It speaks of a Crimson-born. Of a bloodline marked by the gods. A girl who will open the gates sealed by her ancestors. And in doing so, will bring the balance the supernatural world craves.” “Balance?” Fenrak muttered. “You mean chaos.” Varek chuckled. “The only chaos here is the rule Kael and his kind uphold. Alpha hierarchies. Territories. Submission. You think that’s order?”

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."

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."