Crimson Thorns Novels & Stories

Crimson, still moving at superspeed, had then descended upon one creature that turned out to have been devouring the insides of one of the warehouse men. He struck it twice from the back then added one powerful blow that sent a bolt of lightning ripping apart the creature. Kristina was then on his side. The creatures were still quite a handful, their ferocious figures darkened in the night. “There’s too many of them!” Crimson said. “Yeah, no shit!” Kristina snapped back, twisting her dagger in her hand. Crimson was then thinking about getting both of them out of there when the sky boomed followed by a bright luminescence that turned out to be some kind of large mass of energy just a few feet

"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.

They obeyed, trembling, whimpering, and stumbling over each other as they sank into their chairs. One by one, Lupercus strapped them in with thick silver cuffs on their wrists and ankles. "Gross," he muttered. "Y'all smell like a septic tank fucked a corpse." He took the seat across from me with a little sigh, folding one leg over the other like we were about to have afternoon tea. I picked up a Thornsteel knife. Using a silver-coated knife would be a mercy, they would heal, albeit painfully, but Thornsteel? Its metallic tendrils burrow into flesh and hook into the nervous system. It physically connects to the pain centers and pulses with agony. It's not something everyone knew, just the roy

"But the Council cannot ignore the reports of the 'Sanguine Song.' Thousands of shifters, their free will stripped away, their souls tied to a single, unstable master. You claim to have freed them, but you have only created a more efficient form of slavery." "You dare speak to me of slavery?" I took a step forward, the crimson light in my eyes erupting in a dual-toned flare of gold and sapphire. The marble beneath my feet cracked, a spiderweb of red energy lancing toward Thorne's boots. "I have seen your pits, Thorne. I have seen the silver wires around the necks of your people. You don't want to evaluate my power; you want to ensure it doesn't wake up the souls you've spent centuries trying

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

"You whore, have you no shame? Luke's dumped you, and here you are, still trying to latch onto him. "Was it all about flaunting that foxy face and your trashy body? "You look like you've been around the block, playing the innocent while throwing yourself at Luke, how disgusting!" Those vile words were spewed from Cecilia, who once prided herself on her image as an innocent ice queen. Then, her mask was off, and in her rage, her pretty face twisted into something monstrous. Cecilia was not alone, she had her posse with her. The one who started the trouble with Holly? Her lackey.

My fingers twitched, searching, grasping the smooth, cold object hidden at my waist. A sudden heat flared through my hand. I didn’t hesitate. As Thorne’s blade came down, I thrust the crystal upward, screaming through the blood in my throat. “Burn, you bastard!” At first, nothing happened. The crystal lay in my palm, shimmering in the moonlight. Then it flared to life. Bright. Blinding. Blue fire erupted. Thorne recoiled, screaming. His skin smoked and blistered. He dropped his sword, staggering back, clutching his face. His flesh bubbled and peeled, and his robes caught flame.

Crimson sprays in violent ribbons across the battlefield, staining the air with the scent of blood and fury. I shrink further into the thicket, pressing myself deep into the tangled branches, thorns digging into my flesh. My pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out the storm of snarls and snapping teeth. I barely manage to dodge as the tangle of fur and fangs crashes dangerously close, shaking the earth beneath me. Then— there’s a sickening thud. The noise echoes through my skull, freezing me in place. My breath catches as I peer through the thorns, my entire body trembling.

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her