Crimson Witch Novels & Stories

“You know in this land there are far more creatures than you ever guessed. You’ve been very sheltered in Drimidan.” “I guess I have.” I admitted softly. I wasn’t even sure my parents knew of all the things out there. “There was a time, long ago when the land was predominantly Fey.” “But as Fey darkened some lost their power and became human. Others became twisted and their power darkened to make them other things.” “Like Mathis?” She nodded. “They become what we know as demonic. Or what the people of Drimidan might call a witch or warlock.” I blinked slowly. I’d heard of such things, but they were spoken of in tales that I’d thought were only designed to frighten children.

"All right, Asriel. I need to know more. You need to tell me what this war is about." He shifted closer and leaned his back against the headboard, legs hanging on the side of my bed. "My grandfather was a strong wolf, blessed by the Goddess. He ruled over the Crimson Mountain Pack. He was the one who discovered the jade mine, and then the core inside Crimson Mountain. There is a legend saying that when he did, Hecate herself made a deal with him. As both of the powerful magical elements belonged to him and his pack, Hecate offered him a blessing. She said that if he turned his pack into a safe haven for the witches, giving them access to the stones and the core, she would bless his firstborn

The witch said. "That was the same time I had a bad dream about my people dying,, no food and no water." Crimson replied. "Come forward." The witch said and took her hand, she did some chantings and opened her eyes. "You are very special to the Moon goddess that was why she sent you a message in your dreams and is good that you came because a very big feminine is about to strike your pack." Witch Irene said. "What!, Feminine!" They all exclaimed. Crimson was shocked, she has more than enough food and water how can that even finish before talking about the feminine. TBC

“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.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

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.”

They probably felt that this might be challenging for them. As witches completed their spell, a cracking sound broke my train of thought. Together with the sound of groundbreaking, the occult insignia of the sigil in fiery crimson colour illuminated pits of crater beneath our feet. Warriors seemed as if they were bewitched and transfixed as sigil swarmed their hands and bodies.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

said Aza, then she took the book quickly, as if she had memorized which page she immediately opened and then read it again. "In written books, the two colors symbolize peace and conflict, peace is the month of the Hidden World and contradiction is the month of Lucifer. Lucifer draws the sun so that it does not shine on the Hidden World. The pull of the sun makes the Hidden Worlds lose half of their original strength, that's why Lucifer and the demon nation attacks the Hidden World beings while they become weak, " "Because at night when the Deva appears the power of the Hidden World beings is reduced by half, but the Deva has no effect on the demon nation."

"How could it be, sister? It's only just a dream. And who is this Red Witch? I never heard of her." "Before healing in the mountains, the servants there were all locals in a nearby tribe," I state In my facts to make it a believable story. "The nurse, name Lita had told me about the Red Witch. She was vicious and cruel and drank blood from her victim and friends with all monsters. Initially, I was skeptical, but Lita had witnessed her killing her sister. Lita told me she fell in love with the man her sister was with and wished to be with him if only the sister were out of the picture. Her wishes came true as the Red Witch was drinking the blood of her sister as monsters all devoured the rest