Crimson Lily Novels & Stories

Lily thought again, hoping Dina would respond, but she heard nothing. As she looked up, her eyes were filled with a mixture of confusion and wonder. A massive red wolf with fur the color of a deep, flaming crimson that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight stood in front of her. Before nuzzling Lily, she looked down at her with eyes that contained both ferocity and tenderness. This prompted Lily to coo and reach up to her. "What? How is this happening? Lily asked. Her attempt to speak was futile. His words came out as baby gibberish.

Layla looked over her shoulder and smugly responded, "As I told her, we're not friends. I'm only here for the benefits." "You little-" Layla moved out of her reach and put her hands up in surrender. "I'm kidding, and you can't kill me because you love me too much. Who else would do your dirty deeds?" "Hmm, good point." Suddenly the host stood center stage. "Good evening, ladies, gents, Princesses, Princes, and Assassins. The moment of truth is here. The Crimson Clan has finally arrived, bringing along some exceptional guests. One might even say our future Queen is among the mix."

My heart beats loud. Bang. Bang. Bang. Door. Big. Dark wood. Carved flowers. Lev opens it. Inside is a room. Not big, but rich. Everything shines. Sofa soft like clouds. Red cushions. Gold mirror on the wall. Big. Tall as me. Chandelier above with crystals. They catch light and throw rainbows. Smells like roses. Real roses. Red ones in a silver vase on a small table. Bottles too. Whiskey. Vodka. Glasses are clean and waiting.

Governments mobilized. Markets crashed. Faith exploded. And Lily— Daughter of Lucifer. Former Convergence. Anchor without throne— Opened her eyes. They were not gold. Not crimson. But something new. Horizontal light. And she said— “Link them.” The world held its breath. And the lattice began forming.

The five people that followed had their throats slit, and their eyes bleed. The poison coated around the knife was gotten from the rare flower that grows in the cave of Cyleria. It grows every 5000 years and Crimson pack were the ones to have acquired it every 5000 years. It had something to do with the fact that the Kingdom was within the pack. Only the Crimson Royals could acquire the flower and that's exactly what my ancestor had done. I moved away from the field and mind-linked all the guards around the field to clear the air. Seems like we are going to have less than the number of applicants we had last year.

He dismissed the thought coldly, refusing to linger. Lirvana followed her with quiet suspicion. She waited until Serena left, then mimicked her every move, plucking her own mushrooms with calculated ease. The crowd hissed their disapproval. Copying lacked glory, but it was only the first taste of the game. Above, the list blazed again. Crimsonroot Spice. Serena’s mind raced. “Roots grow in soil. Crimson means deep and rich red. Look for a blood-red tree.” She searched the Earth Isle eagerly, only to see Lirvana already harvesting from a crimson-streaked trunk.

"Didn't you humans learn to knock before entering? Or is the barbarism of your kind still intact?" Lila looked at him, fear and confusion in her sky-blue eyes. She wanted to argue but knew she was in the wrong. She tried to deflect. "Oh… that's a lovely scent. Is it your shampoo or… cologne? It reminds me of a forest. Like walking through the woods after rain, with the sun shining softly." She said it innocently, describing the fragrance she caught. Little did she know, those words made Ryan's heart pound violently, almost breaking out of his ribs. He slammed his fist against the door, his voice a barely contained growl. "What do you want?"

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

There was acres and acres of land spread out in front and back of the mansion and it made Rain wonder if she even had a chance to escape. She didn’t really give him a reply. They passed by a few menacing looking men who gave her weird stares or just straight out showed their lust. Does Alexander deprive them of women or what? It was a long walk but they finally made it to their destination. It was the most beautiful garden she had ever seen, one would think it was a maze but she could see where those plants led to. Bright red roses and perfectly trimmed grass paved a pathway to a small cabin. She had never seen roses grow I’m such a condition before but then again she didn’t know much about

Christine said. Azrael felt shivers running down her spine. But one question was still lingering in her mind despite of not taking in every realizations she just discovered. “Where-- how did you get this?” she asked. Christine looked at the Luna as if she asked the wrong question. Or as if the answer was already obvious. It was clear to see that she used her spells but the witch knew she had to explain. “The moment the Crimson Crest pack was attacked, I immediately thought of the Crescent Bow…” Christine started and mumbled a spell that made her look normal without the tiara and the princess dress.