Crimson Ocean Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The royal blood left him in bright silver streams, pouring from every scar, every mark, every memory forced into his flesh. The broken crown above the first king cracked. Orochi’s serpent mark shattered. The White Tide Crown disappeared from above my head. Raiken looked at me through the light. The bond opened one final time. Warmth flooded my chest. A beach under a clear moon. A hidden fountain. A newborn hand around his finger. His voice against my thoughts. Live. The tide heart closed around him. I screamed his name. The first ocean collapsed. Its vast body turned to rain. The fortress vanished beneath falling water and blue light.

Gina’s POV The creature opened its eyes. Red. Burning red. The ocean around the ship turned black the moment it rose from the water. Waves crashed violently while dark smoke curled around its massive body like living shadows. Everything about it felt wrong. Evil. Hungry. And it was staring directly at me. Trevor slowly pointed at the monster. “Nope.” Honestly? Same. The spirit beast roared loudly from the cliffs behind us, silver flames exploding from its mouth toward the dark creature.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

I turned in every direction, but there was nothing to see, only that endless gray, curling and breathing like a living thing. Then the world tilted. The ground gave way. I fell, or thought I did, tumbling into blackness that had no end. When I hit the ground, it wasn’t ground at all but water. It was shallow and still, black as ink, stretching forever. I rose slowly, gasping. My reflection rippled beneath me, faint and strange, as if I didn’t belong to it. And then came the voice. Ancient. Cold. Everywhere. Callen of the Crimson Pack.

I took his hand, not out of desperation, but with firmness and confidence. “Whatever it is… I’m ready to face it.” His eyes met mine, hesitating for just a second before nodding. His warmth enveloped me, and though I was trembling inside, I knew that with him near… I could weather any storm. “Tell me, Krimson,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.” And that was true. Though deep down… I had no idea of the hurricane that was coming. *** **Krimson**

With the lives that will link from one person to another, shall HE say? “Let’s begin with the first chapter of this book.” With a snap from HIM that echoes and engulfs everything for a second into the darkness. The light of the tainted red blood moon is eminent into the hour and supposed to be the time of the early day. To the time that freezes, the people that are taken into a full stop from the disaster that they escape unto the nick of their hair. The surroundings and everything around that are tainted with the mix of black and red from the family line that drops within it. She is somehow frozen in place, back unto the wall, eyes that can see everything as she took the cloth out from the

POV: Corin The first warning wasn’t a sound. It was a feeling. A pressure shift in the air beyond Bloodstone’s outer ridge, like the world itself inhaled sharply and forgot how to exhale. Then the horizon turned red. Not fire. Not sunset. Something worse. A moving stain that crawled across the land like spilled blood refusing to settle. “The Red Tide…” someone whispered beside me. I didn’t look away from it. Because if I did, I might miss the exact moment it became real.

Epilogue *Two weeks later* Crimson opened her eyes and found herself in a place unknown, a place very bright, it felt like she was floating in the air, she stared at her hands and she also looked white and pale. A woman appeared in her presence, she need no one to tell her who the woman is...she was dressed on a long white gown, her hair was white and long, she had a very shinning gold crown of her head that has the sign of a moon on it.

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

I glanced at the little wall clock, thirty past two and the sun wasn't up and there were so many rain clouds in the sky I was sure it would rain again. We got to the forest—where I had almost killed Dawn—and Jereum started by ripping a part of his inner shirt and wrapping it around my eyes. "Okay, what are we doing?" I asked. "Vampires do not need light to see, I'm sure you should know that." "Yeah I do but—" "Ow!" I yelled in pain, as something hard collided with my head. "Less talking more blocking." "Okay," I said, massaging the part of my skull that had just got assaulted, "just tell me so I'll be read—"