Crimson Witch Novels & Stories

“Is there any way to replenish the Darkness? It is too dangerous to go back without it. You saw how close we came to being discovered. What the hell was Sarah doing here?” My brows leap up my forehead as an unfamiliar stab of jealousy pricks at me. “You know her?” Aldrich nods absently, obviously preoccupied with our safety. I feel small for feeling jealous. Why should it even make me jealous if Aldrich knows a stunningly beautiful female Werewolf? “She’s a childhood friend. I thought I scented… well never mind. It’s not important now. Is there a way to replenish the Darkness inside you?” Yes. There is a way. But even thinking about it makes my face flush. How will I ever be able to tell him

“I’m sorry, Lizzy. I didn’t know.” “Now you do.” She closed the book. “And now you need to understand, If Caroline is using this magic, she’s not just obsessed, she's dangerous.” I shook my head again, harder this time. “No. I refuse to believe it. Caroline is not a witch.” “She doesn’t have to be Freya.” “She’s from a prominent wolf family, Lizzy. The Graysons. They’re pure blood. They’ve been in the pack for generations.” “Blood doesn’t matter to the Crimson Veil. They recruit and they corrupt.”

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

"Talking to the witch when you should be taking what she knows." Everything happened too fast. Draeven launched himself at the witch, his corrupted claws extended. She threw up a shield of shimmering light, but he tore through it like paper. I heard her scream as his claws raked across her side, saw blood spray black against the snow. "No!" I didn't know why I shouted it. Didn't know why my body moved before my mind caught up. I crashed into Draeven, sending us both sprawling. My warriors stood frozen, confused, caught between orders and instinct.

That night, Anthony's mother, the ever-so-sweet Camila Morentti, held my hand and asked with a warm smile, "Sweetie, this is your home now. What would you like for a wedding present? You name it, and it's yours." Before I could even think of an answer, Anthony chimed in, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazed at me, "Mom, let's give Isabella the hot spring retreat up on the mountain! She can't stand the cold, and it'll be the perfect cozy spot for her in the winter. Plus, it's great for her health." Camila agreed without a second thought. Anthony remembered how much I hated the cold. Sebastian remembered, too. That was why, in what felt like a previous life, he used my deepest fear in

"We are going there immediately. Something is happening, and I need to know what it is." "Bring the redhead, Zack. She’s coming with us," I ordered Zack while moving toward the door with Ivan and Lilina behind me. "Please, Your Majesty, I do not want to go there. They will kill me the moment they see me," the redhead pleaded fearfully. The redhead belongs to one of the strongest witch bloodlines there. She is a Fire Witch, and that is the reason for her hair color. One can tell what kind of witch someone is because of their hair color. I recruited her into my kingdom against her will.

Damn it, she couldn’t even use her tone to warn him. “Do it again. To these two,” he said, jutting his chin towards the two witches on each side of the desk. “Wait, what? Sir—” One of them said but stopped when the spell took effect and they could no longer see. They cried out, uttering spells and incantations, trying to undo the spell. “Perfect,” Ricinius said, sounding pleased. “And she is like her mother?” “Exactly like her mother,” Aunt Rose said, her smile firmly in place. How did Ricinius not see the pleased, smug look on her face? “Why don’t you bring in a couple of wolves and she can show you what she can do?”

The link was lost before the last statement was finished but the message passed was clear as day and yet, he was left in confusion. "Lucian is on the Crystal Mountain." The king announced and everyone chorused in surprise. "The Crystal mountain!" The historical Crystal mountain is the holy worship ground of the moon goddess which only exists in the pack's history book and has become part of the history that everyone including himself learnt as a child. In the book, it was stated that the mountain was last seen centuries ago, during the time when the guardian witch was alive, so it was lost to all supernaturals after the guardian's death. No supernaturals could find their way there again.

Ken shouted to the girl to see the man part his hand with the girl and snapped his Crimson eyes to them. "I'm not saying it to her. You two. Did you know what in the hell's name you have done?" Following his words, Ariana saw the fresh flower in the vases grew dull in color before eventually turning black and crisp as it wilted. Across the room, the cup of tea, table, and the frames on the wall shook along with his word. The preserved animal's heads were far frightening than the other things to Ariana. As it shook as though it was alive without the rest of the body.

Her powers weren't enough to keep them off, especially since she had just found out about her powers after living as a human for so long. He jumped on one of the wolves, who reared up on its hind legs. Giving the witch a clear view of his throat, which she ripped out by using another dead wolf's claw. A ripping sound was soon heard throughout the field, when Brad looked to where it was he saw a vampire standing over Carmela's body, but Crystal was on top of the vampire in a flash, ripping him apart. She then began to whimper, pushing her nose against her mother's body. Vincent howled, running over to them, killing three witches in his wake.