Crimson Witch Novels & Stories

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

RIVER. Quinn stiffened, her eyes widening in horror like she’d just heard a ghost’s name. Wesley glanced at her. “You know her?” I cursed under my breath. “Fuck. I know her too. That’s the Crimson Witch who started the Bloodbath. She led the main tribe of Crimson Witches, the whole damn reason the war ten years ago even happened!” “What, you mean the one with the long black hair?” Wesley asked, his brows furrowed.

The stronger hatred the more power her witch will have over Amber's body. There were three houses of witches. The Crone, the Hag and the Witch. The crone was for the crowned ones, the one who leads and Amber was one of them. The crone was rare. It was said that it takes a millennium for a crone to be born. There was madness in her bloodline. Amber was one of the leaders also known as The Untouchables. That was the main reason that in fight or flight mode it was the witch in her that came forward more fiercely than her fey or lycan.

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the witch continued, “yet forever marked by it. Innocent. Unclaimed. Pure.” The grimoires shifted. Names surfaced. Bloodlines traced themselves backward through centuries. Until one name burned brighter than the rest. Elara. The witch’s breath caught. “Elara of the Crimson line,” she said slowly. “Turned, not born. Her blood has already been corrupted by the supernatural.” Murmurs rippled through the coven. “Then she cannot be used,” someone said. “No,” the eldest witch replied. “But her blood opened the door.” The pages turned again.

The pack howled in rage and fear, some shifting fully to charge, others stumbling back. But the witches didn’t raise weapons. They raised their hands. Runes flared in the dirt, circling the Hollow Wolf. Instead of fighting it, their chants fed it, shadows thickening and fire burning hotter. The beast threw back its head and howled, its voice twined with their magic. My heart stopped.“No…” I whispered. The lead figure lowered her hood, with crimson robes and blind white eyes. The Crimson Seer smiled, lips thin, voice slicing through the night. “The cage has cracked. The beast will serve us now.”

Her brown eyes penetrated Cassandra's, and she began chanting, never leaving Cassandra's fear ridden eyes. It didn't take long before her screaming filled the air from the unbearable pain she was feeling. Cassandra wasn't lying, she had spelled her memories, making it harder for us to get in and also making it much more painful for her. But what she didn't know was Krys was an all powerful primordial witch, she knew how to find a way around it.

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

Heimzel took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he faced his daughter's wrath. He knew that what he was about to reveal would shake the very foundation of her understanding. "Reina," he began, his voice tinged with both sorrow and urgency, "Sabrina is more than just a mere human. She carries within her the essence of the Crimson Witch, as she is the reincarnation of Crimson Witch herself." Reina's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and skepticism flickering across her face. "The Crimson Witch?" she whispered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "That’s- impossible, we defeated her after the