Crimson Lily Novels & Stories

Her senses came back. When she looked around, she saw mountain of pitiable corpses. Most of these corpse's body was dismembered, cut spotlessly while some have horrifying hole in their head. She noticed too that in every corpse there's a red spiderlily flower on it. A beautiful and alluring flower that bloom from the blood of their wound. The ground she stands is full of nasty blood as if it was a pool of a crimson sea. Although the air is filled with its foul smell and very suffocating, she can breathe normally like there's really nothing. She unfortunately woke up in another nightmare.

Within minutes, it was over. Silence fell like a curtain, heavy and absolute. The garden, once a haven of peace, was now littered with bodies, the white stone paths slick with blood. The lilies—pure, delicate—had been stained crimson at their roots, their petals splattered with gore. And the vyreleaf, the prize they had come for, stood untouched in the moonlight. Its dark green leaves trembled gently in the breeze, as if mocking the carnage around it.

“By my blood, I, Lingling, accept the bond—me to you, you to me—as sister triumvir mate of the Candlewood pack for as long as Arianrhod smiles down on us.” A gasp rises from the crowd around us. The Luna lilies, normally sedate and pretty, release puffs of dandelion looking seeds into the air that dance on the breeze and float away. My God, I think. Ellie could make a killing planning events like this for rich people. I glance at Ian again and smile. Knowing how deep his pockets are, maybe she already does.

But there were definitely people here. I walked quietly and slowly towards the village. I had to use my wolf powers to heighten my sense of smell. I followed the smell of cedarwood and flowers. It smelled familiar but I could not place where exactly I perceived the scent. I traced it still when I arrived at the cabin where Lily and her family lived. “Not here again,” I muttered under my breath. Every time I found my way to Crimson Valley, I always began and ended with this cabin. I followed the smell to a beautiful garden filled with freshly trimmed flowers and herbs.

“Listen to these excerpts that I got from the ninety-seven-year-old.” Clayton closed his eyes to absorbed what Lily will about to say. “Oh, wolf less child, you are eternal, an unfading flower,” Lily read softly, her voice soothing and calm. “The strength that you hold and the gift you have is your power. Born under the full red moon, you will be hard to mark, for you shall choose the one for your heart.” “Isn’t a blood moon a bad omen?” Liam questioned. "I distinctively remembered that we were told to make some noise during that phase while the adults were howling towards it. There was even no transformation ceremony that time."

She looked down on her clothes that looked ridiculous, she only had on Kevin's short and an oversize sleeved shirt. The old man had already noticed her an became excited. "My dear Lily!" He called out to her excitedly and Crimson turned to stare at the garden, she then began walking towards them shyly as she bend her head. Amber who heard the old man call out to someone looked back and was shocked to see Crimson walking over towards them in a strange outfit, how did she manage to get into such a respected mansion with that ridiculous dressing? "Grandpa do you know her? That is Crimson my band mate, are you sure you haven't confused her for someone else?"

“We are so much more than that.” Cassandra stepped forward and gently tilted Lily’s chin up, forcing her to meet those hypnotic crimson eyes. “We are the Crimson Sisterhood. Ancient. Eternal. We have walked this earth for centuries, feeding on desire and blood. We are lesbian vampires, my sweet pledge. And we choose only the most delicious, innocent girls to join us.” Lily’s heart hammered. She should have been terrified. She should have run. Instead, a strange heat bloomed low in her belly. Her nipples tightened against her dress. A trickle of wetness dampened her panties.

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”

As much as I despised her, Lila had a way of describing things so vividly that it felt like I was living through her memories. The ritual space was set outside the castle, glowing in the soft light of the evening. The stone altar at the center was adorned with lilies, roses, daisies, figs, oranges, and grains—a colorful homage to abundance and fertility. Couples stood hand in hand, their robes in neutral shades of cream, beige, and green. The earthy tones were supposed to symbolize balance and harmony, though my own inner chaos felt like it was throwing the entire energy off-kilter.

Their petals were deep violet, almost black, blooming despite the chill. “What are these?” “Belladonna.” She raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that poisonous?” Rhys smiled without looking at her. “Only if you swallow it.” She glanced back toward the mansion, just visible through the fog. “Did someone leave that letter for me?” He stilled. His fingers hovered above the roots. “What letter?” he asked. She hesitated. “In my room. Crimson wax seal. No name. It was… left on my floor. Like someone had just been there.”