Crimson Lace Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

It was a terrifying psychological game, giving me the illusion of power while keeping me locked behind a fifty-foot stone wall. I walked slowly down the aisle of dresses. I passed soft, innocent pastel dresses. I passed a beautiful, delicate white lace gown that looked like something an angel would wear. I didn't want to look like an angel. I didn't want to look soft, innocent, or broken. I wanted to look like a threat. My fingers brushed against a silk fabric and I stopped. I pulled the hanger out from the rack. It was a deep, dark crimson red. The color of fresh blood.

My body hurts all over, especially between my legs, but the biggest pain is the memory of yesterday night. I close my eyes and still see blood on snow and bodies dropping on silent screens. I can still feel Nikolai’s hands, his mouth and his ownership. A soft knock landed on the door and it opens just enough for a tray to slide inside. Is this what they call breakfast in bed or is it breakfast pushed inside. Whatever. It consists of hot croissants, red jam, a jug of tea and one bright red rose in a small glass. I really do not understand what the rose is doing there so I expected someone to walk in and explain but no maid appears.

Her chin was tucked, her shoulders were slumping in her perfect porcelain disguise, but through the dark curls of her hair, her eyes met his—wide, awake, and burning with a terrifying, shared brilliance. The empire was bleeding, the vanguard was turning on itself, and the Ghost was finally holding the knife.

Scarlett then noticed both her attire and her mother's turned into old grey gowns with white bonnets over their heads. "Where are we?" She asked her mother, a breeze blowing over their gowns. "Home. Pastonville, 1699." _______________________________________________ No one would stand absolutely NO CHANCE in taking on the Crimson Bride. Zayne knew that. An untamed she-beast until one who takes her blood controls her. The power from her reawakening was so immense, that he could still feel it even if he went out of state. The scent from her was incredible, warm caramel invading his nostrils. His taste buds tinkled and his anticipation kept his stomach twisting into knots and twists. He knew wh

The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty. The corset was lined in heavy black matte satin, interfaced and has steel boning...a dark red two-tone faux silk base with heavy black laces over. Small dark red rhinestones are glued around the bodice, and also a few on the overskirt, a few red stars scattered throughout. Her dark hair let loose in bouncy curls which looked almost perfect with the outfit. Also, the dark maroon lips made her look like a goth. He drove to the destination where she saw the place was Las Ventas...the ruedo which is also called the arena was all empty but round and empty place was pretty.

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

Fortunately, I was able to save them by accepting the Crimson Warrior’s marriage offer. Even my dumb brother would know that it would be terrible if the Lykos Pack tried to offend the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs consisted of the best of the best warriors we had. Their training was infamous for being so brutal that thousands of candidates who wished to join would die during the selection process. Hence, there wasn't anything bad happened at my wedding. Everything went smoothly until now. It was already midnight. Both the Crimson Warrior and I were supposed to do the deed right now. That way, it could be pronounced that we had become husband and wife.

‘It is her’ the male student said grinning ear to ear while the female student huffed in annoyance. At this moment the door of the limo opened and ivy stepped off it. She left her ash hair loose and she was still wearing her glasses but still she looked exceptionally pretty. She smiled and instantly most people were swooned. She was clad in white shirt with a bow tie, burgundy knee length skirt, long burgundy socks and white sneakers which everyone attending silver lake academy wore except the boys who wore burgundy pants.