Novel & Cerita Crimson Skies Book

Just beyond the glass, the night sky erupted in a symphony of light and color. A cascade of gold shimmered across the horizon. Red flares lit the rooftops, followed by trails of blue and violet streaking the sky. It was a fireworks display; grand, relentless, and dazzling. She stood up, wrapped a towel tightly around her, and stepped closer to the window. Her bare feet padded softly across the marble floor until she reached the glass and pressed her palm to its cool surface. From here, she could see everything. The heart of the Crimson Moon Pack pulsed with life.

The clouds grew dark and thick at once and the wind suddenly became wild as it whooshed around the scene, blowing trees and everything around like it wanted to rip them off their roots. It simultaneously started to thunder in the sky as the climate shifted, and in the following moment, we could hear the sounds of animals in distress as they tried to make out what was going on and run. It was crazy but in all, the thing that was most odd was the fact that my eyes were no longer white with their glow. My eyes turned red {The Image On The Book’s Cover} They glowed with a different color, reflecting that I had reached the peak of the expression of the Celestial State— something I hadn’t achieved

Crimson offers, biting her lip as she suddenly turns shy. "Why are you just telling us now? Never mind! We don't have time to stand and talk. Explain on the way." Lucien retorts, before taking off and leaving us behind. "He's right, let's not waste time." I state before taking off next. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ ~ Crimson's P.O.V~ As soon as we were all close by in the sky, I take a deep breath before finally telling them what I have been working on.

Chapter 23 ‎One year later – The Night of the Crimson Eclipse ‎ ‎Talia’s POV ‎ ‎The sky bled red above Moonshadow, deeper and more violent than any blood moon before. Tonight was the Crimson Eclipse, the rare alignment foretold in the oldest Lycan scrolls: when the moon turned its back on the sun and the veil between worlds thinned to nothing. ‎

Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Veil Cracks The morning sky over Greyhowl didn’t greet them with gold or pale blues—it bled crimson. The clouds churned in slow spirals, veins of red streaking across the horizon like open wounds in the sky. The sun, when it broke through, burned a sickly orange-red, casting everything in a perpetual dusk. The estate’s security lights flickered on automatically, mistaking the darkened sky for nightfall. Link stood on the estate balcony, staring out over the grounds, jaw tight, arms crossed. He could smell it—the air was wrong. Thick. Metallic. Like the scent of blood before a kill.

Fenris is no longer there. Slowly, Killian shook his head. "No. He is still there. He is in hiding. Observing. I pulled the scroll open. The final words, "When blood meets crown and flame, the Crimson Queen shall rise," shone dimly in gold light. But only at the brink of conflict can there be peace. I looked at it. "This seemed like the end to me." Killian spoke in a sorrowful tone. "This is only the beginning." The horizon caught my attention. The sky was painted with flames as the sun sank. Hope was what my people needed. To guide them through what lay ahead, they needed a strong leader. They were now whispering about the Crimson Reign. Not out of fear. In belief.

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

The letter came on a Tuesday morning. Lihua never liked Tuesdays because she felt it was the day when the universe liked to shake things up, right when you finally had your week steady. It wore the Tiancang Sect’s vermillion crane—wings wide, painted with that almost arrogant elegance that only people wielding real power ever bother with. And it had both their names there on the front. No pretending this was just for him.

The doors open. Not with a scream like the cell. Not with resistance. Just a heavy, final shift of iron that echoes deeper than anything else I've heard in five years. Then blinding light. I stop. It hits all at once. Too bright. Too open. Too much. I raise a hand, squinting against it, but I don't look away. Not after five years of being prisoner in Skyless Keep. No windows, no sunshine. I refuse to allow myself to look away.