Crimson Lily Novels & Stories

“Still might influence the magic. But we’ll see.” We didn’t talk much as she started. The forest hushed around us, as if listening. Lily cleared a circle with herbs and powdered stone, arranged the symbols, placed the blood in a crystal dish at the center. She chanted low, in a language older than anything I cared to understand. Smoke rose. The air thickened. I held my breath. The blood glowed red, then black. Then fizzled out. Lily frowned. “What was that?” I asked, stepping forward.

Its petals shimmered with an otherworldly iridescence, shifting between shades of silver and pale blue as if capturing the very essence of moonlight. Lilly's heart raced as she realised what she was looking at. Moon Roses, the legendary flower of the Moon Goddess herself, were only meant to bloom once in a lifetime, but now a second one had appeared in front of her. At least while she wasn’t in a trance at first, and this one was like the first one, not like the three that everyone thought might be some kind of countdown.

The pulsing neon lights of Crimson Moon cast an eerie glow on Lily's pale skin as she pushed open the heavy wooden door of the bar. The bass throbbed through her bones, vibrating in her chest as she stepped inside, Fern and Elena close behind. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and something darker, a hint of danger that made Lily's skin prickle with anticipation. "Goddess, I needed this," Lily muttered, her green eyes scanning the dimly lit room. Bodies writhed on the dance floor, a mass of tangled limbs and shadowy forms. She felt a familiar hunger stirring inside her, a craving for release after days of tension.

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

The woman rubbed her hand into his bare skin. Lily slowly raised her head to stare at the two. She finally caught a glimpse of Solomon and saw that he too was naked. Her eyes amplified as she knew what this scene was. Did he- Did they? No… It can’t be. It just can’t. “Darling, who is this woman who is staring at you so intensively,” asked the woman. Solomon said in his cold and distant voice, “Lily. Lily Sapphire.” “Oh,” grinned the woman. She walked over to Lily. She placed her hand on her hips. “Listen, whoever you are… I am his woman. Sasha Crimson.”

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.

I gasped and looked up into his face, seeing his eyes fully for the first time, and gasped again. His eyes were Amber, a very dark shade, making me lost within it for a mini second as the combined scent of spring and winter hit me—a scent of newness which seemed somewhat sour. A hot burning feeling washed over me so heavy that it took my breath away. I wanted to jump into his arms, to let my body melt into his.

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.

She gathered it gently, brewed it into tea, and for the first time since her mate’s death, she could breathe without feeling the crushing weight of grief. From that day on, she used the blooms only for those whose suffering was pure, and the flower became known as Lily’s Bloom, named for Liora, whose love had been both her deepest wound and her greatest gift. It is said the Silver Lady still watches over the valley, and that if the bloom is touched by one who seeks to harm or deceive, its petals will fold shut and turn to ash in their hands. I was shocked. Would this flower heal Caspian's pain?

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal