Crimson Stone Novels & Stories

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—

I swallowed. “It was under my pillow.” Sofia carefully picked it up. Her fingers barely touched the pendant before she gasped. “This is Crimson stone.” I frowned. “Crimson stone?” “From the Crimson Kingdom. It is one of the rarest gemstones in the supernatural world.” Her voice had dropped to almost a whisper. “Only the royal family has access to this kind of stone. They use it as a symbol of bloodline and authority,” she swallowed. “Ordinary wolves cannot purchase it. Even wealthy families are forbidden from possessing it unless the royal court grants them permission.”

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.

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

"You know what's at cost here so why don't you fucking tell us the whole story?" "Your words Franchesca. I know your mother didn't raise you that way." I was stunned for a moment. Mom used to call me Franchesca before but I told her that I don't like it so she started calling me Iris. I said sorry to him. "One stone used to be. And everyone is equal. Whatever trait you have the stone will choose. If you deserve it enough, then the elemental traits will improve. All of that continued, not gradually 1500 years ago. A king split into stone at five. "

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.

“My king, I heard you requested me.” I nod, “Is there anything you wish to tell me?” Peter looks puzzled, “I don’t believe so, your majesty.” I turn towards the lighting crystals, “Did you know they change colors?” Peter shakes his head. I nod, “They do. You see, the sorceress that enchanted the dragon stone, also enchanted the crystals.” “That is very interesting, your Majesty.” I smile, “They communicate when things are off. They get brighter or dim depending on their mood. But what I find most helpful is when the flash red. It tells me that someone near did something unthinkable, like kill a baby or change time.”

"Survive? Isn't you who constantly attack the Crimson Mountain Pack?" His irises flared. "They live on the lands that are legally ours. They killed our people using false accusations, and they did it for one purpose only—money. Do you know what stands behind the great wealth of Scarletville? It's the jade mine. It's the only place in the world where you can find pure violet jade stones, which is an unbelievable source of magic. In the right hands, those stones could change the world, but in the hands of those dirty dogs, they're nothing but entertainment for sale. So, yes. We are planning to take what's rightfully ours. But it is a war, and it tends to be bloody. I don't want to kill innocen

As for King Stefan, it seemed that he was shocked to see that there was a warrior who had a very intimidating aura even to him. "You'd better let her go, King Stefan," the Crimson Warrior spoke to King Stefan. King Stefan bared his fangs as he readied himself to attack. To everyone's shock, the Crimson Warrior then howled loudly. That howl even managed to make me kneel because of how intimidating that was. As an Alpha wolf, this howl was very strong. Was it because I was still a new Alpha that his howl intimidated me? 'Who is actually the Crimson Warrior? Why does he have such a threatening aura?' I thought to myself.