Crimson Lancer Novels & Stories

and stands up straight from leaning on the bars. Himari stands up too after she makes sure the blanket covered Mizu's body completely and says in a serious manner, " Akane was right, tomorrow she will surely win her fight. Now, at the time had been already quarter to 9 we need to go back to our own room before 10 o'clock," she said looking at the wall clock. Haruto suddenly threw the rest of the cloaks towards them and they easily catch it. The black cloak sways strongly when they start wearing it. On the back, a logo of a terrifying silver dragon with an open mouth was imprinted, indicating they are from East House.

[Name- Lance Ironwing] Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Northern Marshall {Increase All Stats by 3%} Class- Juggernaut Knight Element- Wind (GRADE 3), Crimson Flame (Grade 2) Level 181 HP:21000 DEF: 7890 ATK: 1290 Mana: 2400 Speed: 57 [Skill: Advanced Greatsword Mastery, Unstoppable Charge, Bane of Evil, Perception, Chain of Judgement, Overlord’s Dominance, Blade Aura, Blade Intent, Undying Commander, Walking Bastion, Royal Contract] The crimson fog thickened with every passing moment, a suffocating blanket that seemed to press down on Lance, stealing his breath, blurring his vision. It was a living thing, a malevolent entity that pulsed with a sinister energy. Fighting in this city was like fig

My straight front bangs were almost reaching my eye but I liked the hairstyle my mom had given me, so I kept it that way. Red lipstick stands out on my face, because of the pale skin I was born with, a black mascara along my eyelids, thicker as they reached the ends, swopping up into a curve, highlighted my pale green eyes, it was tiring to wear lenses every day because of my original eye color, but there was no other way out. It was either these lenses or exposing that I’m alive to the Crimson Knight pack, who by the way just named their son the Alpha and the Alpha warrior who will be leading the pack. It will be fun killing him. I sneakily smiled to myself.

**Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour. The Court rides with me. Seras sunrise-nukes the skull swarm. Lucian dragonfire melts the bone constructs. Kayo’s tails guillotine the lesser lords. Rowan erases timelines with a word. Nerida eats the void leaks. Remy and I tandem the boss. I **Crimson Forge** blood armor around us. He coyote-gold claws the echo’s face. I speak Line 777—contract void. The echo screams. I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**.

she winked before descending the platform. Not long after the fighters and supports of Crimson Fangs walked arrogantly to the field while waving those cheering at them. The fighters of this pack were 2 males and the supports had 2 beauties among them. The main fighter was a tall, reddish-brown-haired male with a well-built body, attired in a grey t-shirt and black loose cotton shorts.

His whole stance screaming defiance. I took a step forward, but stopped myself. They hadn’t noticed me. And something in Jake’s expression told me this was not a conversation I was meant to interrupt. So I walked away. But the image stayed with me all night. The next day came too fast. The Crimson Pack was alive with celebration. Musicians filled the air with bright songs, banners in crimson and silver waved from every rooftop, and the scent of flowers clung to every breath. Warriors stood tall in ceremonial armor, lining the path to the altar.

Nakangiting pagpapaunlak ko at inalalayan si Crimson papasok sa entrance ng venue. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

I turned to look at Leon who only held pity in his eyes for me. "Who is Crimson?" I asked calmly trying my possible best to control my anger. "Lady Crimson is the crown princess of this realm," Leon answered as if he was trained to say that. "That is not what I mean, I mean who is Crimson to Aethelfrith?" I shouted. "With all due respect, Tryamon please do not raise your voice at me or allow your actions to disrespect me in anyway, I am not Aethelfrith your lover but Leon his brother," Leon warned, his expression turned serious.

I temper her thoughts as I begin to recite my conversation with Lamia, bringing these werecats and whatever Crimson is, up to date and informing them of the new enemy – Orion Artos. “We are not strong enough,” Crimson interjects after I have relayed the details. “They are going to war in less than three months. I will be the first to admit our army has been weakened.” I watch Crimson as he runs a hand down his face and then through his dark curls. His yellow eyes flashed in a reptilian way. I swear they change, not just the color because I have witnessed them turning a deep red. But the pupils sometimes seem to take on a different shape.

“There are two differences between you and I.” “I do what is necessary to protect members of this land. Friends and foes alike. But you’re all in it for the power. Secondly, I am a true Crimson, something you can never be. Only a crimson Alpha can sit on the throne without turning to ashes.” “THEN LOOK AT MY PUPILS.” Duncan’s veins bulged from his neck as his eyes shone crimson, similar to Rhaella’s but dimmer. “I almost have the eyes of a crimson. I am almost a crimson. I can sit on the blazing throne without being burnt.”