Crimson Stone Novels & Stories

"When it shatters, the dawn will be forgotten." "No!" I reached out, not with my hands, but with my soul. I grabbed the Mother-Lode through the air. The stone reacted. It didn't shatter. It sang. The crimson obsidian began to glow with a brilliant, golden-red light. It wasn't the High Queen’s shadow, and it wasn't my white fire. It was the original blood of the wolf. The High Queen’s eyes widened. "What are you doing? The stone belongs to the Void!"

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.

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.

Without protection, a vampire could compel any human close to me and I could be compelled, too. Raven closed her eyes as she held my hand and extended her other hand over the stones. "Siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage, siramacha brenach bondagia compage." She opened her eyes, clearly drained. She reached down and picked up one of the stones, placed it in my hand, then curled my fingers around it. "Make sure to carry this with you at all times." I nodded and looked down at the stone. I could definitely see why it was called Bloodstone. It looked like blood had been splashed into a sea of green, then frozen into a stone.

His weapon was drawn as he looked into the eyes of Lizzie. “Back off, if you want to stay alive. You will listen to me,” Mason hissed at her, but she snapped at him. “That’s your mistake, Wolf, because I am not alive. My soul is tied with My master and you can’t kill any of us.” her voice was cruel. “Indeed, but who said I want to kill you? I would just trap your soul in the Crimson stone.” Mason smirked at her. Lizzie’s eyes went wide when she heard that. Crimson stone was used to store demon energies and it was called a prison for souls. Not many souls could survive inside it and many just scattered in the various parts, makin