Crimson Lily Novels & Stories

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

Elma looked up and said, “The doctor said that the lilies could cause a miscarriage. The maid tried to throw them out, but Miss Smith wouldn’t let….” Nathan half listened as he walked up to Crystal, picked her up, and set her on the shoe cabinet situated against the wall. Crystal was wearing a knee-length nightdress with white cotton bubble sleeves. She pulled down on the hem of her skirt, which showed her white, smooth thighs, while her calves dangled in the air. “Don’t move, or you’ll fall,” Nathan told her. He had his hands around her waist, and he was holding her in place. “Now tell me the truth; do you like lilies?”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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.

***** 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

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.

"That thing doesn't like me. I see it in my dreams." She didn't ask what they meant. They bought nothing. They just stood for a while, then left. By the time dusk hit, the flowers had grown taller. Crimson petals opened toward her whenever she walked near. Not aggressive. More like recognition. She stared at the mirror one last time before closing. The cracks were thicker now, webbing across the surface like veins under skin. Her reflection met her gaze. This time, it whispered — barely audible. "Bloom." She closed her eyes. Felt it in her chest like a drumbeat. Something ancient, crawling, rising through soil, through concrete, through thought.

A real grip from a woman with crimson eyes who called herself her mother and whose voice cracked like it had been crying for years. She got up. Went to the window. Looked down. The wolf was there. Right below her window. Looking straight up at her. Those gold eyes burning steady in the dark, patient and fixed on her face like it had been watching her window all night. She pressed her palm flat against the cold glass. Then she looked at the windowsill. A flower sat on the outside ledge. Dark crimson petals. Almost black at the edges. Fresh and alive on a second floor windowsill with no ledge and no tree close enough to reach. Placed there carefully. On purpose.

She pushed herself off the sofa and walked toward the door. The moment she opened it, she stopped. "Adrian?" Adrian stood outside holding several beautifully wrapped packages. "Hello, Lilith." She looked at the gifts, then at him. "What are these?" "A few things." "A few things?" Her eyebrows lifted. "Well, perhaps more than a few." He chuckled. "They're for you." Lilith immediately shook her head. "Adrian, you shouldn't have." "I wanted to." "You already took me around the city."

One held clusters of golden flowers that shimmered almost like polished brass, another overflowed with delicate white blooms whose petals glowed faintly at the edges, while a third contained deep crimson lilies so richly coloured they appeared carved from velvet. "They've already decided those won't do." Arkael's quiet amusement drew Adelaide's attention towards the gardeners. One of the women held up a spray of golden blossoms, studying them critically before giving a firm shake of her head. Another immediately nodded in agreement before replacing them in the crate and reaching instead for the crimson lilies. "They insist the Queen always preferred crimson lilies along the eastern walk." Ad