Crimson Stain Book Novels & Stories

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

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 left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

She trudged up five flights, kicked her boots off inside, and froze. Something felt… off. She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Two of them now. Deep crimson. Growing directly from the spine of Sea Glass Psalms, like they had rooted themselves into the poetry. No pot. No soil. Just… existing. Aria moved closer, slowly.

“I promise you, I’m not that kind of alpha. Crimson Dawn has been a sanctuary pack for decades. No harm will ever come to you here.” I allow her a moment of respite in the hopes of allowing my statement to sink in. “Can you tell me what happened? Your last days at Purple Mountain and what happened to your arm.” I push subtly. I rub her back gently as she adjusts her position, returning her forehead to my neck so her voice isn’t as muffled.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

Her hand was stained crimson in an instant. "Blood…"

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

" She didn’t scream. Didn’t shake. She folded the letter with surgical care, then burned it over her candle. Then she opened the vault. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE BOOK OF ASHES Page XVI XVI. My womb is no longer flesh. It is a vault. A weapon. A warhead. Anyone who tries to unlock it will choke on fire. She didn’t write it for sentiment. She wrote it as a warning. Because this war had mutated. It wasn’t about power anymore. It was about evolution. ~~~~~~~~~~ THE CRIMSON CIRCLE It wasn’t enough to build an empire. She had to build a firewall. Not of code. Of people. The Crimson Circle had no official crest. Only a mark, burned into the underside of the tongue: a ring of thorns around a drop of blood. The

She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out. “These keep talking about the Crimson Moon Queen. They don’t call them curses. They are described as shifters the goddess sends down on purpose.” She points at a jagged tear. “Right here, you can see mentions of ‘Crimson-born’ People with crimson eyes. Zhodin’s name is all over the early and later parts. It’s like every time a story of a cursed being comes up, his name or the Fenaris bloodline appears right beside it.” “How come none of us ever saw these books?” Khaisha walks over, leaning in to inspect the yellowed parchment.