Crimson Lily Novels & Stories

The obsidian and diamond collar around her throat was now a masterpiece of dark artistry, a crown she wore with regal pride. For the Crimson Eclipse, they had gathered one thousand five hundred men on the remote volcanic island. This was their most ambitious ritual yet — a full lunar month under the blood-red eclipse that occurred once every fifty years. On the first night of the eclipse, Lila stood at the center of the grand obsidian amphitheater, completely naked. The strange crimson light of the eclipsed moon bathed her body in an otherworldly glow. Her massive breasts glistened with milk, and her pregnant belly — carrying their twenty-third child — looked almost luminous under the blood-

I swallowed every defense. My parents. My brother. My fiancé. All stood by Lily. All wanted me to take her punishment. As Liam said: a mixed-blood descendant should pay for Lily’s sins. But was I not wronged? I had done nothing—yet overnight, the ones who “loved” me showed their claws. How could I not be? The carriage was warm. On the side table sat a bouquet of tulips. I recognized them immediately. Lily’s favorite. They couldn’t survive Silver Ridge’s winters without careful care.

Vera's POV “If you were to choose between moonflowers and lilies, which would you pick?” Cathryn asked, her gaze drifted towards the colorful flowerbeds, as she contemplated which to pick for the upcoming Moon Festival. I was helping out with the preparations because I wanted to stay useful—partly to avoid hiding in the library all the time. “Lilies are preferable—the Easter ones specifically” I replied, “From my previous study on flowers. Lilies symbolize new beginnings and purity.” I said before adding softly, “Alpha Andrews is going to start fresh once he's cured from the cure.”

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.

"A new flower?" "Yes," she said, pointing, "that one, the red one. It isn't from the usual staff planting." I directed my gaze to where she pointed, and caught my breath. There it was, among the pale and silver moonflowers, a single crimson lily. It was rich, soft, and clean, as if it had just now blossomed. That was odd and immediately, something in my chest tightened. I stepped forward. The lily was beautiful, sure. But it was wrong. Like a drop of blood on snow. And then I saw it, tucked between two petals, hanging from a black string. A tag.

"But the Trial of Fire is for the uncertain. My children are not a question. They are the answer." ​I reached into the small pouch at my waist and pulled out a handful of crushed white petals—Lunar Lily, a rare flower that only grows where the True Bride walks. I tossed them into the air. Instead of falling, they ignited in mid-air, burning with a brilliant, cool silver light that didn't smoke.

" Whitney smiled. Crystal scoffed. "You think I care for no reason? I'm doing this for you! I met an expert recently, and he said that this snow lily can be used to make a pill that helps with revitalizing." Whitney was even more puzzled. "Revitalizing? Mom, why do you need that?" "What do you mean, me? It's for Mr. Hanson! Sebastian ruined Mr. Hanson's family jewel, so we can't just sit and do nothing! As long as we get this snow lily, it might cure Mr. Hanson!"

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

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.

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her