Crimson Moth Series Novels & Stories

"They have waited twenty years for your bloodline to mature. Twenty years for the power sleeping in your veins to awaken. Elena didn't just protect you from ordinary enemies, Marcus. She protected you from them. And now..." He turned back, his face grave. "Now they know the seal is breaking." As Elder Hale spoke the name of the Crimson Court, the moonstones embedded in the walls flared crimson—not silver, but the color of blood—and from somewhere deep beneath the archive, something ancient and hungry began to scratch at the stone. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE THE CRIMSON COURT At that same moment... Deep within the Mooncrest Fortress...

“How did you hear about Crimson moon? “ “I’m done we heard the dean talk about it while he was staring at this creepy mirror. But we do not know much about what it is, “ “But I’m sensing that you know more about it than what you’re leading on about, “Bonnie said. “I’m afraid you are quite right. I know all too well how horrific crimson moon is and how it can spell each of your demises if you are not properly prepared for it. What do you mean? “June asked. “What’s so bad about this crimson moon crap? “ “You remember when I told you that your father is coming after each of you? “Hughley asked. “During Crimson moon, the barriers between this world and the supernatural world will be at their wea

Tyler prayed with tears in his eyes. * *Crimson dream* Crimson opened her eyes and saw herself in a complete white place. "Where am I?" She asked turning around. "You are here with me." A loud voice answered and the Moon goddess appeared with a straight face. "Moon goddess." Crimson said. "You have been here once and now you are here again, you happily accepted the second chance and now you want to throw away the second chance just like that?" The Moon goddess asked. "Everything is not working out Moon goddess, you are making my fate too difficult for me, you are taking everyone from me, I can't imagine myself getting married to Alpha Zaid." Crimson answered.

In his wolf form, looking like a dire wolf, Nathan and Lilith made their way deeper into the woods behind the school. Once they get deeper into the forest, they both transform back to their human forms as Lilith swallows her nerves and says, “You're Impossibly fast and strong…You undoubtedly have the same markings as mine on your upper back and arms. Your eyes glow a crimson color which is not normal for werewolves, and I know that for a fact since I used to have teal eyes, and now I have emerald green; they sometimes have dots of Amber in them. You have incredible strength, speed, and Power.

Fluids were dripping from those corpses, which made their stench very overwhelming. Gargamel was seen standing in the middle of those mountains of corpses. An altar was already set up here. Gargamel walked up to the altar and held both of his palms toward the sky while reciting an ancient and evil spell continuously. Gradually, dense red moths flew out from those corpses. Every moth was the size of a palm. It was blood-colored all over. A glimpse of it could make one’s scalp begin to prickle. The sky was completely covered by countless red moths that flew into the air. The dark sky had entirely turned red at this point in less than thirty minutes. The massive blood moths intertwined and engu

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

A trap. The charges were holding up. Every shred of evidence tied Nathan’s name to the operation. His fingerprints. His emails. Surveillance footage. It was air-tight. Too air-tight. And Neera knew better than anyone — airtight cases were the messiest ones of all. Because real criminals made mistakes. This? This was curated. She opened her laptop. Searched again. Kieran Renzaro. Still no concrete criminal record. No legal paper trail. Just whispers. Rumors. And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.

She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out. “These keep talking about the Crimson Moon Queen. They don’t call them curses. They are described as shifters the goddess sends down on purpose.” She points at a jagged tear. “Right here, you can see mentions of ‘Crimson-born’ People with crimson eyes. Zhodin’s name is all over the early and later parts. It’s like every time a story of a cursed being comes up, his name or the Fenaris bloodline appears right beside it.” “How come none of us ever saw these books?” Khaisha walks over, leaning in to inspect the yellowed parchment.