Crimson Lilies Novels & Stories

“Same symbols. Same ritual. It’s not a coincidence.” As she zoomed in on one of the symbols, her stomach twisted. The design was almost identical to one she had found in her mother’s journals—the journals that had once been locked away in the dusty corners of her memories. “You should get a closer look,” Cole urged, his voice low. She didn’t need to be told twice. Kneeling beside the body, Lysandra leaned in to capture the faint shimmer of something she hadn’t noticed before—tiny particles in the blood that seemed to shift with the light, like stardust caught in the web of time itself.

"Didn't you humans learn to knock before entering? Or is the barbarism of your kind still intact?" Lila looked at him, fear and confusion in her sky-blue eyes. She wanted to argue but knew she was in the wrong. She tried to deflect. "Oh… that's a lovely scent. Is it your shampoo or… cologne? It reminds me of a forest. Like walking through the woods after rain, with the sun shining softly." She said it innocently, describing the fragrance she caught. Little did she know, those words made Ryan's heart pound violently, almost breaking out of his ribs. He slammed his fist against the door, his voice a barely contained growl. "What do you want?"

“Like I said before this meeting, this is quite different. For a wolf to be crimson, their eyes must turn crimson during every transformation. But these wolves, there’s something unnatural about them. They lack sight, Luna. It doesn’t sit well with nature. They’re crimson but not entirely crimson!” I nodded, feeling distressed. “Procreation,” I said out loud, thinking about it. “A crimson mating with an ordinary wolf to birth a child not entirely crimson but of a hybrid, is that what you’re saying could be their origin?” “No, Luna.” Sir Wilson shook his head. “It’s not it. For a crimson wolf to be mated to an ordinary wolf, power is given willingly. This way, their offspring shall become a c

Crimson. The ceremony's completion moves through Lucian's system with the finality of something that cannot be partially done, the First Hybrid's merged soul completing its integration with the channels in a wave that starts in the chest and moves outward through the limbs and the extremities and the crown on Lucian's brow, the gold-red burning there shifting in response, the colors remaining but the quality of them changing, deeper and older and carrying the specific weight of something that has been doing this for a very long time.

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

Cris visited Marie for the first time after Marie recovered from her injuries. The two of them cried a lot while hugging, and the flower that Cris brought almost crashed. When they finished crying, they laughed at each other. “Thank you for the flower, Cris.” “I wanted to get your favorite flower, Lisianthus. But it was so expensive. So, I only bought Lily instead.” Marie looked at the bouquet of Lilies in her hands. Then, she smiled. “Maybe I really have an expensive taste. It sucks that I wasn’t born rich.”

A Vision of Lavender and Light As Analina steps into the grand hall for her birthday celebration, she is greeted by a breathtaking transformation. The room glows in hues of soft lavender and pearlescent white, delicate strands of fairy lights weaving overhead like a canopy of stars. Opulent swags of lavender tulle cascade from the ceiling softly pooling at the corners of the room, where bouquets of fresh lilacs and violets exude a gentle, calming fragrance.

"Well I was excited to finally meet you in person miss Lee, Lunette says alot about you to me but never brings you home so we've never met untill now. Amber does bring back the other band members and I'm well acquainted with them, just not you. I must say you are more beautiful up close!" Clinton added. Crimson smiled nervously, they had already reached the garden and Crimson came to a halt in front of a rose flower she had been eyeing since she was inside, now that she was here she was very happy and glad to pick up the Rose from the thorny stem. "Well thanks for the compliment big brother, but I think you should save it for Diana, she deserves it more than I do." Crimson replied, trying to

Elias walked to a locked cabinet built into the wall. Using an old mechanical key instead of a digital passcode, he unlocked a narrow steel drawer. Inside rested several weathered journals. Paper. Actual paper. Older than most people living inside Zelios. He selected one carefully. The leather cover had almost completely faded. Across the front, barely visible beneath decades of wear, four handwritten words remained. Project Crimson hunger. Aldren's eyes narrowed. "I thought every copy was destroyed." "So did I." Elias gently opened the journal. Several pages had been torn out. Others were stained with dried blood. He turned slowly until one name appeared.

The morning air atop the Sanctum of the Sanguine Moon did not carry the scent of winter anymore. Instead, it was perfumed with the heady, sweet fragrance of the Dawn-Lilies—blooms that had defied the natural laws of the North to carpet the obsidian slopes in a riot of red-gold and sapphire. They were the physical manifestation of the balance I had brought to this land, a land that had once been a graveyard of salt and shadow.