Crimson Stone Novels & Stories

Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers. I’m in my room, door locked, chemistry notes spread out like a losing battle. I’m re-drawing the same Vinča symbol on my palm for the 2,114th time (healing wipes it clean every morning, same old routine). Then the bloodstone cracks. A tiny, perfect fracture right down the center. A single drop of liquid starlight (not blood) beads up and rolls down my forehead onto my open textbook. The Crown HUD flickers once. CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47

"That thing doesn't like me. I see it in my dreams." She didn't ask what they meant. They bought nothing. They just stood for a while, then left. By the time dusk hit, the flowers had grown taller. Crimson petals opened toward her whenever she walked near. Not aggressive. More like recognition. She stared at the mirror one last time before closing. The cracks were thicker now, webbing across the surface like veins under skin. Her reflection met her gaze. This time, it whispered — barely audible. "Bloom." She closed her eyes. Felt it in her chest like a drumbeat. Something ancient, crawling, rising through soil, through concrete, through thought.

It was a velvet box, and he opened it, just to reveal a necklace even more intricate than I'd ever seen. It was made of Crimson stone, set in black metal, and shimmering like a drop of blood in moonlight. “Then wear this instead,” he whispered. “Let me put it on you.” I turned before I could think. His hands brushed my shoulders, then my neck. His touch was featherlight light, warm, and commanding all at once. As he clasped it in place, he leaned in. “I know something’s wrong, Lyra,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. “You’ve been off since the dungeon. I won’t ask again. Say it.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby. "A gift," Alexander rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with unshielded possessiveness. "To match the crown you're taking back tonight." He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside. The cool touch of the black diamonds rested against her warm collarbone before he fastened the clasp. His lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a intoxicating spark coursing straight down her spine. "Let's go buy what's yours, Victoria," Alexander murmured near her ear

Nathan shudder in fear, hearing his words. “Unfortunately, Aoi Akuma-sama want to keep you.” he squeezed Nathan face firmly. “Now, I wonder what is your connection to his beloved Crimson Blade and that girl.” Nathan stared fixedly at him in perplexed, ever since they picked them up and dragged, he always heard them say, ‘Crimson Blade’. ‘Who is Crimson Blade? And what is it?’

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

“The supreme mother back when I was still a witch had a vision of troubled times to come, and in that vision the witches all died out. She gave me something for safekeeping, trusting me to give it to whoever is in charge when such time came so they just might be able to turn things around.” Lady Bail removes a plain looking stone the size of a fist from the folds of her gown and throws it towards Brea. The stone looks like a normal rock with nothing unusual about it as it flies in the air. Brea catches the stone instinctively. A iridescent green and silver glow blossoms as the stone touches her hand. “The World stone,” Brea hisses in awe. “Yes, and you can put off that light now.” Brea quick

He thought, "Okay, let's just say the emperor has two spiritual roots. However, it doesn't make sense! Fire is weak with water. Is that even possible for a person to have a spiritual root that destroys the other?" Before he could even continue with his thoughts, another strange thing happened. Out of nowhere, the eunuch suddenly becomes more aggressive. A dark aura surrounded him gradually. It's like he got another supply of strength. They didn't know, the one behind this, the empress dowager, has another trick hidden in her sleeves. Number 35, the Stone of Avalon. The stone is a crimson red-colored gem. This amplifies the prowess of its use for a short period of time.