Crimson Witch Novels & Stories

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.

Shining the red color of her into an orange sunset, in a blink, the throbbing pain on her body lessened before eventually disappearing. "Puppy, come here" Mike ordered with a wave of a hand. Ariana heard his airy deep voice which made her shoulder lifted up to protect her body but at the same time, it made her wound more visible to Mike's eyes, making him ticking his jaw in dislike. On his left palm that he spread out the black long wand formed from thin air to his use. Green thorny vines rooted from the bottom of the wand and end at the crescent shaped top that had a red gem in the middle, seeming to float without anything attached.

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.

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

One of the walked towards me with a crooked staff and said in a hoarse voice, "Lucian Hormes, Alpha to the Crimson Moons pack. What brings you to the coven of the witches?" I watched the witches as they began chattering among themselves. The smell coming from this place was so bad that I nearly choked. The way they chartered sent shivers to my bones and I felt their screeches down my neck. The whole scene was terrifying but I tried to maintain my cool and remain calm.