Crimson Witch Novels & Stories

“Because of time I’ll just give you the important details as I know it, but you have to be very attentive.” “Since it is common knowledge that there are witches I won’t have to tell you that again. But you see witches are of different grades, and one can be initiated into becoming a witch through different means.” She cleared her throat and continued. “Although witches are usually united when there is a general problem, they are generally split into three different groups; White, Red, and Black. White witches are the good witches, and their aim is to help humanity. The Reds are on the fence, in-between the good and the evil, while the Blacks are the real definition of evil.”

"About Crimson, we heard of their affiliation with the rogue pack. And decided to take a peek to ascertain if the claims were true or false. Unsurprisingly, we discovered that the claims were true and so I decided to give them perfect retribution. I also found out that they were planning my demise. What better way to show them that we mean business than to bring them to their feet? The woman who they referred to as Luna was never their Luna, but an Omega slave who was being used at her own peril. Right now, crimson is bound to us by a blood oath and if they even dare to connive again, we shall strike them where it hurts." The werewolves gathered in the room clapped as he finished speaking. L

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?

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.”

the witch said, taking her gaze up to the sky. “I am talking about the coloured ones. The spirit creatures that control the elements as well as the emotions of mother earth" the witch further added. “Will they help?" Alpha Jacob asked. “If you are ready to give them what they want," she replied. “I am willing to give them anything to protect my family," Alpha Jacob replied determinedly. ”Very well then. I will summon them," the witch said. After performing some ritual rites the witch summoned the coloured ones and they appeared in a form of four burning flames of red, blue, gray and yellow.

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.