Crimson Stone Novels & Stories

They were made of crimson stones, an ancient crystal that was born only in the ninth territory and could only be collected by the power of a dragon. Those earrings were made by Asmodeus for Asra, he forged them himself - but as Asra loved Callisto, she refused them in front of everyone present at her celebration, to accept the black diamond earrings that Callisto sent her. Callisto was not present that day, but still she refused Asmodeus' gift. My jaw is stuck. "Well, in the end I prefer red to black stones, so I accepted them," I said and a part of me, wanted him to touch himself, to understand how stupid it had been.

This place had not changed at all. Most of the walls, floor and even the ceiling were composed of glass-like crystals. The largest of which stood in the middle and glowed a faint green hue. “This place is beautiful,” Max whispered, and the others murmured their agreement. I too felt in awe of the place, but my amazement was lessened by having been here before.

Blake asked curiously; if he was to survive, he needed money. “The most basic are copper, silver, and gold. A hundred copper equals one silver. A thousand silver equals one gold. One hundred thousand gold equals one Spirit Stone. One million Spirit Stones equals one Spirit Crystal, and lastly, one billion Sprit Crystals equals one Divine Stone, but they are rare; only the royal family has a Divine Stone mine.” Then Sister Song remembered the pile of Divne Stones Blake had shown her earlier, “Present company excluded, of course.” She smiled.

"This is the Resonance Stone. It's a sacred relic that's been around for over 1,000 years. It measures your level of arcane power and which realm you've reached. "All you have to do is place your palm on the symbol at its center and channel your energy. The stone will light up a different color depending on your level—yellow for Awakening, green for Foundation, blue for Core Formation, purple for Great Decator, scarlet for Arcane High Priest, and the legendary crimson Light of Ascension, which even I've never seen in my lifetime." The crowd sucked in a breath the moment he finished. A lot of the younger practitioners stared at the stone like it was everything they'd ever dreamed of.

Nana held out a dark apple-green, palm-sized stone in her hand for all of us to see. "Now for the really important stuff. This is the coven's chrysoprase stone, but it's not just any ordinary stone. There are only eight in this world and each one of the royal covens has one for their family. It's not only the stone of heart but also the stone of teleportation and it has a very rare teleportation ability."

"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."

Neera stood in her balcony, the skyline behind her glowing gold and steel. The letter burned quickly in the fireproof dish she kept for other purposes — evidence disposal, mostly. She watched it curl and blacken until nothing but ash remained. Kieran Renzaro’s offer — his arrogant, polished, impossible offer — was reduced to smoke. And she didn’t flinch. She wouldn’t play his game. Wouldn’t be someone’s pawn, no matter how shiny the paycheck or how seductive the power behind it. She wasn’t for sale.

The wolf dropped me and transformed so I was now staring at the feet of a man. Tion. Alpha of Crimson. Feral. Mad, they whispered. Dangerous and unstable. He looked down at me with gold eyes that mirrored his beast’s. No pity. No surprise. Only curiosity, sharp, cutting and cold. “Another stray,” he said. His voice was rougher than gravel, low with disuse or disdain. “Or a spy.” Accompanied with a grin that promised pain if I was the latter. “She’s Moon Stone’s,” someone growled behind him. “Weak. Latent. Rejected.”

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.

Frank once again began to shake his head, and I didn’t think he had an answer for Joffrey’s question, but then he surprises me by saying, “I don’t know exactly, but I remember him saying something about your family’s history, and about some stone that possesses a power that he wanted his hands on.” My hand immediately went to the sunstone necklace Joffrey had given to me, hidden beneath my shirt, as I turned to look at Joffrey, while I began to wonder what powers it held within it, that he so desperately wanted. Joffrey’s eyes immediately were giving me warnings to remain silent about the sunstone, and I did, because if it truly did hold a power, then I didn’t need anyone to know that we had