Crimson Ties Novels & Stories

Happiness POV Age 17 “Oh baby, you look stunning." My mom, Daisy, gushed at me. I scan down my outfit for today's event, and I'm quite satisfied with what I'm wearing. A halter neck styled Tosca dress that crosses over to the front, fitted waist, leg slit. This should be appropriate enough to attend one of the biggest events this year.

The man spoke very clear. “Pressed?” Azrar demanded. “Cleaned, pressed and folded so no crease will find it’s way in.” The man bowed gently as he held up the box. Asrar opened it and found four ties. A black navy red and white. He smiled happily as he took out the black tie.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

A pack bonding ceremony was sacred, yes, but it was also a celebration, and she would see that it was nothing short of perfection. “Lower that banner,” she commanded, her voice calm but carrying easily across the chamber. Servants scrambled to adjust the crimson tapestry, the golden wolf emblem gleaming brighter once the light caught it at the proper angle. “Better. The pack must feel the weight of their legacy the moment they step inside.” At her side, a steward read from a long list. “The moonstone has been delivered and set upon the altar. The cloaks arrive by nightfall. The musicians—”

The sun dipped below the horizon, bleeding the sky in streaks of crimson and gold, as though the heavens themselves bore witness to the coming trial. The forest around the pack grounds seemed to hold its breath, ancient trees looming in silence, their shadows stretching long across the earth. At the center of the grounds, Kael and Elara stood side by side, bond pulsing between them like a living heartbeat—visible, undeniable, shimmering threads of gold and silver that wove together in radiant arcs. Every wolf, every rival, every watching eye could feel it in their bones. Today was the day—the final confrontation that would seal their legacy.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

As he inhaled her soft scent, a sense of calm washed over him. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this moment. Azrael gazed at Zafira and his voice was low and filled with emotion. "I waited ten years for this moment, Crimson. The first time I saw you, you were wearing a crimson dress, holding a bunch of red roses. Your hair danced in the breeze, and you were smiling brightly, wrapped in the embrace of your boyfriend, ex-husband now. My heart burned with desire, but I controlled myself because you were just a little girl then- my little one".

I dared not make a sound to try and sniff him out, not wanting to draw attention to myself anymore. The guard turned quickly though, my curiosity dying as soon as he did. It didn’t matter anyways if I recognized him from somewhere else or not, he wasn’t helping me now anyways. A commotion was happening with Dominic anyways, the thing that even made the guard turn to begin with. “It’s saffron red! Not crimson!” He had pulled off the tie, tossing it at the offending individual. He pulled the wolf forward, dragging his claws across their arm and making them stand there. “Crimson like this! If you cannot get that right, then what use do I have for you to begin with!” The wolf was dragged out the

As the sound of screeching tires from a red Ferrari echoed through the compound, Isabella peered out the window. "Oh he''s here!." Isabella declared as she went outside to bring him in. The front door opened, and Isabella stormed in with her arm connected to a tall and a confident man with blue eyes. Breath seized in her throat as Sharon fixed her eyes on Davis. "Everyone," Meet my fiancé, Davis." She said with a brilliant smile. Davis moved forward, his typical grace slipping just a little as he fixed his eyes on Sharon. And he quickly looked away something seemed familiar about her.