Crimson Road Novels & Stories

“Two over-curious guys snuck in once. By the time they were rescued, one went crazy and was admitted to a mental asylum and another was found dead.” Seems like a serious case. Like I care. I love to do what others say no to. More like a rebellious phase of mine. Well, my entire life went through this phase. The rush of adrenaline of doing what others forbid is addicting. That's how I became the notorious mafia in human life and the crown prince in the vampire one. “I see.” Orlo cocks his head like he is in deep thought. He glances at us, his brothers. A short smirk appears on his lips. “That concludes that we are never going to set our feet in this area.”

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

The sun, relentless and unforgiving, beat down on the dusty path leading from the servants’ quarters to the main house. I was ten, and the path was etched into my memory, every pebble, every crack. It was a route I knew intimately, yet one I was rarely allowed to fully explore. My world was largely confined to the small, neat rooms behind the imposing mansion, a world of hushed conversations and the ever-present scent of cleaning products and warm food.

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."

Chapter 14 :The Crimson Threshold The Crimson Threshold was a narrow, jagged canyon that carved a path directly through the northern mountain peaks. Its stone walls were composed of red-veined granite that, under the pale light of the fading moon, looked as if the earth itself were bleeding. For centuries, it had served as the gateway to the Citadel, a natural choke point where a handful of defenders could hold off an empire. Tonight, the canyon was swallowed by a sea of thick, rolling fog.

And Crimson was bleeding before the first battle even began. ....

‘This is my path’, she told herself, the words a mantra against the growing ripple of doubt. She looked outside her window, at the city's outskirts, once a familiar landscape of crumbling buildings and overgrown streets, began to morph, the shadows deepening, the ruins taking on a sinister, predatory element. The vehicle's headlights cut through the thickening gloom, adorning twisted metal and crumbling concrete, remnants of a world long past, a world now tainted by an unseen presence. Riana remembered all of Anya's warnings of the Crimson zone, the shapeless perceptions, the bloodlust. As she adjusted the air filtration system, the hum of the machinery a steady counterpoint to the silence t

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

The word slammed into me again, the same word Sydney had spat at me like an insult I wasn't meant to understand. "What is a Crimson wolf?" The question tore out of me, desperate, hungry for an answer I'd been denied my entire life. "Crimson wolves are omegas — easy to underestimate, easy to overlook at a glance. But their minds move faster and sharper than any other bloodline that's ever existed. That gift made them hunted." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They were the rarest bloodline the Makasi Moon Pack ever produced." So I wasn't sick. I wasn't cursed. I was the last surviving thread of something ancient and rare.

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.