Crimson Stone Novels & Stories

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.”

There was nothing special about me, except I blush real easily, I would blush from even the thought of the thing I have in mind now. Let me tell you about the world we live in now, it's different, oops I think I forgot to tell you what year it is, the year is 3096, November to be exact, the weather is on the cold side, I'm freezing right now. Back to our topic, Vampires, you know the creatures that drink blood and live in the darkness? Shine in the sunlight, they don't shine sadly, but they are out now, they haven't taken over the world, instead, they live in their own places. In closed cities where only vampires are allowed in along with what belongs to them. Yes, you see that's the thing I

Chapter 24. Subtitle: she is secretive. Crimson checked her reflection in the mirror one more time before stepping out of the room with her black purst in her hands, she whipped out her phone from her bag and made to dial Kevin's line again but her phone was suddenly snatched away by Steven.

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

“I wouldn’t even know how to do that without Travis present. “But the pummel still holds his blood, can’t we try?” With distress in her words, Morgan’s face pales even more. Looking between all of us she waits for someone to come up with an answer, anything that would lead us to the werecat king. I lean against the wall thinking, trying to come up with a solution. We needed Crimson to carry out our plan. He could kill the dark army soldiers, and he could sense any magic that may be nearby. “Althea said he had the stone, which means he could be anywhere, and we have no way of tracking him down if he went through another portal. We don’t know how many there are or where they are.” We all look

“I did. When I first saw Crimson, it came to me. I saw a man with dark skin, like the bark on the trees. He was smiling down, a needle in his hand. He looked like Kolby Crimson but darker and it left me with a feeling of evil. “The man in my vision was powerful… a witch. In that same vision flashes of a ruby-red stone appeared to me. The dark man held it like he was happy to possess it, plucking it from a gold crown.” I shoved my chair back, the feet scraping along the floor as I did so. “And you think the stone you saw in the vision is one of the magic ones?” Morgan nods her head at me, standing from Hunji’s lap, “I do and after Rhett told us the crown was stolen, I’m thinking they are one

Delta Jonathan Jenkins, It has been a true pleasure working with your son, Jamie, during his visit to Crimson Dawn and I look forward to welcoming him again along with the rest of his family. Enclosed is a smartphone that I would like you to keep on you at all times. Charge it nightly and enjoy any free games you wish to d******d. I am the only one here with the number but I don’t mind you sharing with your family. Talk and texts are unlimited and I will keep it active until it is no longer needed. Please send a text when you receive this phone as I know Jamie is not aware of this package being in his bags and may not find it immediately upon returning home. Please don’t hesitate to contact

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

The Dawn Pack had tracked the eastern echo beyond the Frosted Echo, their pursuit leading them to the Crimson Hollow, a sunken expanse at the farthest reaches of the Emberfall Woods, where the forest floor dipped into a bowl-shaped clearing, the ground a hardened crust of blood-red clay, cracked and veined with rivulets of frost that shimmered faintly under the late afternoon sun, its pale light casting a cold, golden sheen across the hollow, the shadows long and jagged, stretching across the clay like claw marks. The air was frigid, biting at the skin, carrying the scent of frost, ash, and a sharp, coppery tang of blood, a whisper of the marrow god’s kin stirring once more, the Crimsonborn—