Crimson Moth Series Novels & Stories

I temper her thoughts as I begin to recite my conversation with Lamia, bringing these werecats and whatever Crimson is, up to date and informing them of the new enemy – Orion Artos. “We are not strong enough,” Crimson interjects after I have relayed the details. “They are going to war in less than three months. I will be the first to admit our army has been weakened.” I watch Crimson as he runs a hand down his face and then through his dark curls. His yellow eyes flashed in a reptilian way. I swear they change, not just the color because I have witnessed them turning a deep red. But the pupils sometimes seem to take on a different shape.

A crimson sun pierced by twin fangs. “The prophecy,” Varek whispered. “It speaks of a Crimson-born. Of a bloodline marked by the gods. A girl who will open the gates sealed by her ancestors. And in doing so, will bring the balance the supernatural world craves.” “Balance?” Fenrak muttered. “You mean chaos.” Varek chuckled. “The only chaos here is the rule Kael and his kind uphold. Alpha hierarchies. Territories. Submission. You think that’s order?”

“Alpha Thorne speaking.” “Alpha Thorne, this is Alpha Jensen of the Dark Moon Pack.” There’s a beat of silence before he replies, wary but polite. “King Jensen. Of course I know who you are. What’s this about?” “Alpha Jensen is fine, thank you. I’ll get right to it. Crimsonclaw is on the move, and we’ve set a trap. In two days, we’re springing it. This is the best chance we’ve had to end them, for good. We’re gathering every available ally, and I’m giving you and the Bloodstone Pack the opportunity to join us.”

I guess she abhors him at first sight. “Babes, did you notice that he gives off vampire vibes?” I say, stuffing my pencil box into my bag. “He has unusual pale skin and red lips, and he dresses entirely in black. It reminds me of one thing - the vampires.” “This happens when you are too much into the vampire web series,” she snorts, zipping her bag. “Vampires do not exist.“ “Uh-huh…” I shake my head. “Perhaps you are not paying attention to the news. Nowadays, vampire activities are being noticed.”

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.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

he assures. Damon nods and follows, maintaining the guise of a pleasure-seeker while his keen mind remains focused on extracting valuable information about Cleo, and learning more about the Moon church. As Alpha Damon and the vampire guide reach the Crimson House, a hushed murmur envelops the large gathering. The unmistakable scent of blood hangs thick in the air, startling Damon despite his seasoned existence. The enclosed spaces of each space provide an illusion of privacy, yet the transparent veils expose the intimate scenes within each tent.

The Crimson Thorn Clan members entered a portal together, but out of the fourteen members, only eleven stepped out. Prince Quaddrintin looked around and saw that trees surrounded them. Those trees were joined together by shining black spider webs they hadn’t seen before. In fact, it was an odd colour for a web. Above, the sky didn’t have a sun, instead, there was a green orb-like moon. The sky was covered by fog that the green orb produced so this place; it had no sky.

“The crimson mark she is talking about. Months ago, before the Alpha ceremony, I saw Sienna wearing a talisman that had a red moon on it. I thought it was just jewellery.” “Crimson?” Maddox asks. “Yes,” Craig confirms. “But now... I remember. That colour, that mark—” “It’s a charm used in essence theft rituals,” Richard finishes, his voice dropping to a whisper. My eyes widen in horror. Maddox grips the back of a wooden chair, her knuckles white. “So she didn’t just manipulate Keegan...” Her voice is laced with a fury that matches my own. “She’s been bleeding your wolf dry.”

"Moonstone for the Lunar line, amber for the Solar line, jade for the Terra line, and sapphire for the Celestial line." "My dream," I whispered. "Nightshade and Evangeline wore corrupted crowns, pieces taken from the originals and reformed." "If they possess fragments of the other three crowns," Sebastian continued, "then they could channel corrupted power through them. The Crimson Ascension ritual would amplify this corruption exponentially." "That explains why they need Royal blood," Maison realised. "To fully activate the crown fragments they've stolen." Alpha Logan carefully lifted the Lunar Crown, studying it with newfound respect. "This changes our understanding of what we face. Not ju