Crimson Lilies Novels & Stories

“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?”

Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!" "No! I'm saying he should smell like the mark on--Wait, what?!" I gasped in shock. "I smell like your favorite flower?!" That's what Kirsch said. "Lycoris Radiata is red spider lily?!" That's what I said. "And Taran smells like it, too." And that's what Nox said.

It was as good a place as any to start working up that friendship Max had wanted. Putting all my focus on this task, I removed the dead things, burning them into a crisp to avoid wastage, then I brought forth some bulbs from the underworld. Planting them into the pot, I then used my powers to bring forth some water from outside, and used it to give life to the soil and bulbs. Within moments, and thanks to my powers, the pot was soon alive with several fire-red and yellow Chrysanthemum flowers. Admiring my work, I nodded. Max would have to appreciate this.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

Seeing that I was still not satisfied with the answer, the High Priestess calmly approached me and she wisely said, "The only thing we can do is to let Beta Marie take care of Alpha Anastasia, Crimson Warrior. But I felt Alpha Anastasia's wolf earlier. Let's hope it’s a positive sign.” Although it didn't really work, it managed to calm me down albeit slightly. After that, I instructed Hugo to bring Andreas, Ophelia, and other warriors to be checked while we were in the Lupin Pack’s territory. In the meantime, I decided to talk with Alpha Lili to calm myself even further in the white rose garden in their castle. "Crimson Warrior, congratulations on your marriage, I suppose," Alpha Lili said.

There were all kinds of colors, which were prepared for Adeline. Because of the place where they first met, there were some lilies. Later, Chloe told him that Adeline liked lilies the most. Not long after, Adrian asked the workers to build such a greenhouse in the villa. The roses were mainly planted outside, and all the lilies were planted inside. At that time, his wish was very simple. He only hoped that when Adeline came to his home one day, she could see this large sea of lilies with her own eyes.

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

Lady Althea opens the metal door and immediately I am hit with the scent of blood and almost undetectable, is the scent of Cinnamon. Crimson is here.

My grip tightened on the wine glass stem until my knuckles turned white, nearly snapping it. I sucked in a deep breath to calm myself and turned back. The moon lit up the scene like a fairy tale. The roses grew tall, their buds glistening with dew. But alongside them were lilies flowers I used to love but had come to despise nine days ago, right around the time Amelia arrived. Lilies, they say, symbolize purity. Purity? I doubted that. I’d given her the nickname Lily because her beauty was as captivating as those flowers, but now I questioned if lilies were as pure as people claimed.

After Ryan left yesterday, I spent the entire day drawing and labeling each ingredient we’ll need for the antidote, including the rare flower the healers told me is probably gone forever. While researching the Moonlight Fire Lily, I found that it only blooms in full moonlight as well as only blooming in the wild. The image in Sarina’s plant species book was orange and red with hints of yellow at the tips of the petals, making it bright and hopefully easy to locate.