Crimson Peak The Art Of Darkness Novels & Stories

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

I'd love to make their life worse than hell. Aurora is mine and only I have a right to touch her, hurt her, make her cry and own her smile, although I doubt that she will ever smile because of me or for me until I force it out of her. She has awakened the monster which I never knew existed in me, her innocence makes me want to consume her soul and I will. I am no light but the darkness itself, and she will be consumed by darkness. "We need you tonight..." Mikhail declared, crashing my thoughts to see my Angel tonight.

*Emrys’ POV* Crimson stained both of my hands as if I never even had tan skin to begin with, the sticky and dark liquid still warm despite the wintery air of Coves Peak Mountain, and swallowing the thick need to breathe, I glanced up. Quietly, snow fell over the landscape made up of jagged rocks that shot off from the mountain side and the powder like whiteness kissed the emerald needles of the massive pine trees but it was the bodies of my own knights that started to haunt my body, my mind, and my soul.

“The attacks reached us shortly after the Knight River incident. The rogues came through the mist along our bay. When I drowned one to stop his rampage, the water turned black. It was alive, writhing with something unnatural.” He clenched his fist. “I purified it thrice, but the darkness lingered. The rogues spoke of a ‘voice beneath the river,’ calling them home.” Alpha Shaun Lane Livingstone, of the Blue Moon Pack, stood next. His aura carried the scent of rain soaked earth and the gentle hum of living roots. “Nature itself is disturbed,” he began, his voice grave. “The trees whisper of decay spreading underground. My druids found corrupted wolves at the edge of the forest once ours. They

“That was always the plan.” Storm clouds gathered above Blackpine Ridge as Eric led the elite strike team through the lower basin. Jaden flanked him on the left, Maya on the right. Two dozen warriors, cloaked in stealth sigils, fanned through the trees. “Perimeter’s unstable,” Maya whispered. “They’re drawing from something dark. You feel that?” Eric nodded. “he’s using dark magic.” Ahead, the lake shimmered unnaturally. Beneath it, the entrance to The Cradle pulsed with an eerie red glow.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

I just chuckled at her. “It’s been a while, Catalina.” Alliyana greeted, Uncle Arturo’s unica hija. She has a chinky eyes, she’s not that fair, and her lips are thin, obviously kissable. While Chrishna is naturally a honest rude and cold. She have a beautiful upturned blue eyes, and a pouty lips, she’s also fair, just like her mother. Laughing, Avery Ace, son of Uncle Anthonio, daddy’s fifth brother, pulled me from Chrishna just to hug me. Chrishna hit him hard on the head but he just laughed while one hand caressed his head, one of his arms remained on me.

Blinding, endless gold, flooding through the darkness so suddenly it stole the rest of the images away. It wasn’t soft like the light around me. It burned, cutting through everything else, forcing itself forward like it had been buried too long and was finally breaking free. A strangled sound left my throat as the force of it hit. The energy surged outward from my chest, no longer controlled, no longer contained within the slow rhythm of the ceremony. It pushed back against the light around me, clashing with it, not blending, not yielding.

Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now" All a sudden, I start to see black dots, and my vision is blurred!! Taking me to a time I don’t remember. Observing my surroundings. The skies are dark with ominous clouds, rumbles of thunder moving through the sky with rhythm, it’s pouring. Mud and blood are everywhere. Witches, wolves, Lycans and Vampires are fighting. Spells being cast, blood being sucked, Lycans sending heads flying with one swipe of their claws, wolve tearing their enemy apart. Thunder rumbles through the sky as lighting strikes the ground, sending waves of electricity through the earth's flooring. Looking to my left I see a woman, glaring ri

Chapter 58: Bound in the Dark Aria stepped into the dream not with hesitation, but with gravity. The moment her body fell into sleep, she was already walking — barefoot, breath soft, trailing mist at her ankles. The world around her shimmered in shades of violet and obsidian, the scent of rain and smoke clinging to the air. This wasn’t her Eden or Zero. This wasn’t even a place carved by her own subconscious. This was Riri’s domain. The cave opened before her like a maw of the divine, glowing faintly from within, a pulse like a heartbeat humming through the dark stone walls. She knew it the moment she stepped through: Riri was awake. Watching.