Crimson Witch Novels & Stories

It was a dossier of nightmares. "The Crimson Matron," Aaliyah read aloud, her voice tight with a mixture of professional fascination and genuine fear. "An Eastern European witch with advanced hemokinetic abilities. Specializes in blood rituals and generational curses. The Ledger notes she single-handedly brought down the entire vampiric House of Carpathia in a single night of bloodshed." An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen.

“What did they say her name was? Elinna. Your mother named you well. The Hebrew say you're an answered prayer, the Greek say you're a bright light. And what about Scarlet? It signifies the royalty and wealth that has been flowing in your veins since you were born. We've been watching you for decades and here you are, a grown woman. Just a child yesterday.” They knew my mother? “I’m sure you're confused as to who we are. These are my sisters. Celestria and Chandra. I am Crimson. We are what people call The Grand Witches. Even though that's a stretch, it's for the best. Keeps humans at bay.” It was like the forest around us was standing still and we were in a time loop. Chandra cut her sister

his voice thick with anticipation. Morgan smiles, tucking a wayward strand of her white-blonde hair behind her eyes. “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.”

Sweet as honey, fine as wine, and incredibly delicious. It was then the Vampire King announced that the Omega should become his wife. Wearing a bright crimson ballgown. And that's how the Crimson Bride came to be." Aurora sighed and decided to sit on a bench beside her daughter. Scarlett ate the information into her brain, trying to process the whole thing of being a Crimson Bride. "Witch! Witch! Martha is a witch!"

I flipped back to the last page, where I saw a little paragraph titled “The Crimson Circle.” “The Crimson Circle are a group of Dark Witches who are involved in sorcery. They involve themselves in all manner of dark magic, and use a tight system and formation to keep themselves hidden.” I stopped. Could the Crimson Circle be the one in charge of what’s going on all along?

“It’s not just rogues, is it? He’s using witches too.” Miranda, who had joined them at dawn, nodded. “There are whispers of a coven that broke from the Council years ago. The Crimson Circle. They deal in forbidden magic — blood sacrifices, necrotic rituals. If Damien’s working with them, he’s not just after your throne. He’s after power no wolf should ever touch.” Kieran’s gaze flicked to Aria, and for a heartbeat, his mask cracked — fear glinting behind the fury. He’d fought witches before, but this was different. This was ancient.

I spun just as a hooded figure stepped out from behind a tree, raising a hand glowing with dark purple light. A witch. No—a bound witch, marked with the Crimson Fang symbol burned into their wrist. They were using magic now. My wolf snarled, hackles rising. The witch thrust their hand toward me, unleashing a blast of energy. I dodged, barely, the force cracking the earth beside me. I shifted back to human in a single leap, landing barefoot on the cold ground. “You dare bring magic into my territory?” I spat. The witch smiled faintly. “Alpha Selene. You’re exactly as frightening as the rumors say.”

Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King. Was written beneath the portrait, in small, careful letters I stared at the portrait for a long time. She looked like someone who knew exactly what was coming and had decided how she was going to meet it. I thought about a woman who had watched her people be erased for decades and had held them together through a forty-year war through nothing but will and fury and the specific kind of strength that only comes from having already lost everything. --- And so the Crimson War ended. The witches were gone.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."