Crimson Lady Novels & Stories

I nod once and reply, “correct. I made a promise to be his, and for him to be mine. Thus, leaving him trapped in the crystal container and slowly being drained of blood is not a future I wish upon, even my worst enemies.” The female phoenix tilts her head to the side and then smiles. “Well, it is your funeral,” she claims while standing straight again and flicking her long hair over her shoulder. “I know the ritual to share the power of the Phoenix. We do not grant it easily, or often enough that many would recall how it is done.” “You have my eternal thanks,” I responded, inclining my head towards her. I have lost count of how much I’ve said thanks now, but I’ll not stop saying so. This mea

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Maybe the seasonal winters and summers all through the decade had affected its color or maybe the darkness shadow was creating such illusion for the young lady. Catherine Gunner hopped down from the carriage and paved the way for her mistress as she moved her body away from the door but lateral to it. Extending her hand, she offered an assistance to Lady Francesca, which the latter gladly accepted. They proceeded in through the open gates with Francesca on the front and aspiring handmaid lagging from behind as a respect to her in Born high status.

“The one you’ll be meeting is… Lady Velastra Noireveil.” Sera blinked. “That name sounds like it could eat me alive.” “She could,” Elira said frankly. “She’s a Crimson Vampire. One of the old bloodlines. A Blood Priestess.” Maren added quickly, “Don’t panic, she’s not allowed to hurt students. Her role is… very specific.” “What role?”

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

"...someone older than us." The heavy doors opened once more. Three elite hunters entered. Unlike ordinary vampires, these warriors wore fitted black leather coats rather than ceremonial robes. Each carried twin curved blades across their backs. They knelt. "My Lady." Nysera descended from the platform until she stood before them. "You will travel immediately." "Yes, My Lady." "You will observe." "You will not interfere." "If Crimson Blood has truly awakened..." She paused. "...I want a name." "A face." "And proof."

"During the Renaissance, Italian ladies would drop the sap into their eyes. It dilated their pupils, making them look wide, beautiful, and completely striking. They called it *bella donna*. The beautiful lady." "They also used it to slip into the wine of husbands they wanted to get rid of," Dante noted, stepping a fraction of an inch closer, his eyes locking onto her pale fingers. "Two berries are enough to kill a child. A leaf is enough to stop a grown man's heart." "Exactly," Isabella whispered, her voice laced with a chillingly poetic reverence. She picked up a marble pestle and began to crush the black berries. *Grind. Grind. Grind.* A thick, dark violet juice pooled at the bottom of the

The minute the area is clear of any Bampires, she gestures for me to come into the courtroom, where we have a shocked Lady Candice staring at me in fear. “Lady Candice, I am Cristina, the new High harbinger leader of not solely this council but of the entire planet. You are here for the assassination of Lord Cameron of Bluestoria your husband. How do you plead, Lady Candice?” she stares at me before responding to Cristina’s question. “I, Lady Candice of Bluestoria plead guilty to slaughtering my husband, Lord Cameron. The reason I murdered him was that he took the one thing I treasured the most away from me, her!” She replied to Cristina as she pointed in my direction.

***** 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