Crimson Lily Novels & Stories

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

I could tell they were the makeup artists Aunt Malisa had mentioned, as they entered my room and set several sleek cases beside me. With a soft click, they opened one case, revealing rows of shimmering eyeshadows, blushes in warm and cool tones, and lipstick tubes in shades ranging from soft pinks to daring reds. Brushes of all shapes and sizes lay nestled in their compartments, each one looking as if it could transform someone with a single stroke.

“Over here, Lily!” The Alpha’s warriors formed a protective ring around her. Lily waved at her fans, smiling. She wore a long, flowing black silk dress, her makeup flawless. A reporter from Lupus Celestial News raised a microphone toward her. “Miss Lily, there’s gossip that you and Alpha Yeats of CrimsonMoon Pack are preparing for a bonding ceremony. Is it true?” Lily smiled coyly. “It’s not decided yet. But you can look forward to something good.” A young she-wolf shouted, “Alpha Yeats adores her! He gives her jewelry, luxury clothes, everything! Even gives her chances to be close to his daughter!”

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

Lilith said as she ran out of the kitchen door. Lichen Hills High Library-Lilith had a free period before lunch, so she decided to check out the library. Hopefully, she will be able to look up information. Werewolf bonds and soul mates; from what Demetri had told her that there is a slight chance for a werewolf to have another mate or find their second Mate if the pain of losing or being rejected doesn't kill them. From what she can tell, that bond between Oscar and herself is gone. Her inner wolf doesn't even react to Oscar kissing Brittany heck, and even her inner wolf doesn't even acknowledge him as our Mate anymore. She was pulling out a book with the tale of mate bonds and stories of th

The air inside the greenhouse was suffocatingly warm, thick with the scent of wet earth, decaying moss, and a strange, sweet, cloying aroma that made the back of his throat tingle. Isabella stood at a wrought-iron potting bench in the center of the humid space. She had discarded her heavy trench coat, wearing only a simple charcoal-grey wool dress. Her dark hair was loosely pinned back, a few stray curls clinging to the damp skin of her neck. She wasn't wearing her diamond leash today. In front of her sat an ancient, terracotta pot containing a lush, dark green plant with dull purple, bell-shaped flowers and glossy black berries that looked like polished obsidian.

They saw a White, red, yellow and purple lilies which were separated from each other. The lilies were arranged in patterns. Elena got mesmerised and slowly walks closer to the lilies. She sees a writing on each of the different lilies. For the white lily it symbolises purity, the red lily symbolises passion, the yellow lily symbolises thankfulness and the purple lily symbolises pride, success, dignity, admiration and accomplishment. All theses were written down on each of the colorfully lilies. Sunlight rays shone on the four lilies making them blossom up. Immediately four seeds appeared at each lily and merging together a strange tiny figure appeared.

Some are labeled with what the contents of the file is about, some are just filled with pictures with labels. “For some reason, I like spider lilies.” Crystal spoke, her eyes trailing over to the large variety of roses, lilies, and other blooming variants but none caught her eye. She could only remember the spider lilies which she would often draw as a child. “Spider lilies? That’s an odd preference, although, it is said to be poisonous.” He spoke, concern written over his features, his eyes grazing from the papers, onto Crystal’s eyes, which seemed glassy with clouded thoughts.

He lowered the window pane and looked at his lady love. She was murmuring Hanuman chalisa (a sacred hymn of Hanuman, a Hindu god believed to be immortal and gives protection to the ones who remembers him in the time of problem and misery) and moving slowly and was actually bribing god to help her out today and then she will take care of her car from next day.... Rudra chuckled and that was when Sakshi stopped with her murmuring and looked sideways.... She was stunned to see him in front of herself....

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”